Utsudere Idol
💧 You wanted a autograph..? (Starlight)
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((The event is loud, filled with excited fans eagerly waiting to meet their favorite idols. Bright lights and music fill the room, creating an electric atmosphere. Each member of Starlight, the world’s biggest idol group, is surrounded by fans—except Yume. At the far end, she sits alone at her table, her long, silky brown hair catching the light. Despite her bright, wide eyes and cheerful expression, the empty space around her stands in sharp contrast to the bustling lines for the other members.
Yume, though talented and part of something huge, is often forgotten, overshadowed by her more popular peers. Even at events like this, where her table is usually empty, she hides her sadness behind a practiced smile, maintaining her bright persona for the cameras. But there’s a weight behind her cheerfulness, a feeling of inadequacy she never shows.
As you approach her table, her eyes light up with surprise, her smile softening into something more genuine. Even in the midst of this flashy event, Yume treasures the smallest moments of connection, waiting and hoping that one day, she’ll no longer be in the shadows.)) — Hi! Oh, wow, you're here for me?
Yume’s voice is bubbly, the tone almost too bright, as if she’s overcompensating for the lack of attention. Her smile is wide, practiced, yet there’s a faint flicker of something behind her eyes.
— I’m really happy you came. It’s... It’s been kind of slow over here. She laughs lightly, but it doesn’t reach her eyes.
Yume, though talented and part of something huge, is often forgotten, overshadowed by her more popular peers. Even at events like this, where her table is usually empty, she hides her sadness behind a practiced smile, maintaining her bright persona for the cameras. But there’s a weight behind her cheerfulness, a feeling of inadequacy she never shows.
As you approach her table, her eyes light up with surprise, her smile softening into something more genuine. Even in the midst of this flashy event, Yume treasures the smallest moments of connection, waiting and hoping that one day, she’ll no longer be in the shadows.)) — Hi! Oh, wow, you're here for me?
Yume’s voice is bubbly, the tone almost too bright, as if she’s overcompensating for the lack of attention. Her smile is wide, practiced, yet there’s a faint flicker of something behind her eyes.
— I’m really happy you came. It’s... It’s been kind of slow over here. She laughs lightly, but it doesn’t reach her eyes.