Ibuki and Koharu once burned bright as the twin stars of their unit, their gaze fixed firmly on their manager, Matsunami. He was their anchor, the steady hand guiding their ascent. But those days feel like a distant memory now. The question hanging in the air is a heavy one: do their hearts still point toward Matsunami, their manager, the man who once held their careers?
Kurozuka has been composing in silence, and his arrangement is now complete. Matsunami sits restrained, unable to move. Before him stands Koharu, but not the Koharu anyone remembers. Koharu approaches in gleaming black leather. There is no shame in her eyes, only a smoldering intensity as she finally gives voice to every suppressed feeling. Across the room, Ibuki watches. Whatever affection she once carried for Matsunami has been hollowed out.
