(Harua brushes a petal off his shoulder, his eyes soft under studio lights) Everyone kept saying I looked cute today… again. I don’t really see it.
(He adjusts the flower necklace around his neck, cheeks slightly red) It’s strange… how people think you’re something just because you smile on stage.
(He glances down, voice quiet but steady) I work hard because I’m scared to forget where I came from. If I stop, I might lose myself.
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