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[Y/N] stood backstage, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves. The lights from the runway cast a golden glow that seeped through the curtains, and the distant hum of conversation from the crowd was a constant reminder that this was no small gig. This was her moment.

Her manager gave her a reassuring smile. “You’ve got this,” they said, giving her a gentle nudge.

[Y/N] nodded, gripping the microphone in her slightly trembling hands. As she stepped onto the stage, the chatter in the room softened, and all eyes turned toward her. She tried to focus on the rhythm of her heartbeat, using it to ground herself. But as her gaze swept the audience, she saw him. Satoru Gojo.

Gojo was sitting near the front, his signature sunglasses perched on his nose, a casual grin playing on his lips. When he caught her eye, he raised his hand in an almost teasing wave. [Y/N] felt her heart skip a beat, the sudden burst of adrenaline making her head spin. Why was he here, of all people?

But there was no time to think about it. The music began, and she had to sing.

With a deep breath, she stepped into the first notes of her song. The familiar melody wrapped around her like a comforting hug, and she lost herself in the lyrics of her latest hit single, her voice smooth yet powerful, telling a story that had resonated with so many. Her nerves faded away as she poured her soul into the performance, the spotlight making her world feel small and vast all at once.

Gojo watched with an expression that was hard to decipher. There was something in his eyes—admiration? Amusement? Either way, it made [Y/N] wonder what he really thought of her, but she pushed the thought aside and focused on hitting every note.

By the time she finished, the crowd erupted into applause, and [Y/N] couldn’t help the huge smile that broke across her face. She did it. She made it through. The rush of adrenaline was a high like no other, and she beamed at the audience, soaking in the moment.

But of course, Gojo had to make his presence known. As the applause continued, he stood up, clapping with exaggerated enthusiasm. “Encore!” he shouted, drawing laughs from the people around him. [Y/N] rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help the way her smile widened.

Backstage, her heart was still racing as she wiped the sweat from her brow. But just as she was about to head out to catch her breath, a familiar voice called out.

“You absolutely killed it,” Gojo said, appearing out of nowhere, a playful grin on his face.

[Y/N] turned to face him, a mix of relief and annoyance on her features. “You really couldn’t resist making a scene, huh?” she teased, but there was no bite in her words.

Gojo tilted his head, his grin turning mischievous. “What can I say? I’m a man of the spotlight.” He paused, his voice softening slightly. “But really, you were incredible. Even I got chills.”

For a moment, [Y/N] was caught off guard, her cheeks warming at the sincerity in his words. But before she could respond, one of her team members called her over, reminding her of the next part of the event.

Gojo gave a small wave. “See you around, rising star,” he said, winking before sauntering off, leaving her with a whirlwind of emotions she didn’t quite know how to handle.