[ Tsukasa's quiet, watching her as she speaks—the smile that isn't all there, the wince. He squeezes her hand, turning away and turning the memory of standing with Sena backstage over in his head instead. He had mentioned that, hadn't he. That he used to have a very strong opinion against idols. That he hadn't wanted her to pursue this road.

But— ]

We talked about that, at the live. He agreed with me when I said it felt like you were born for that kind of thing, and he said he was glad that nothing stopped you from going for it. He called you a powerhouse. [ A little smile. He isn't sure if this is anything she wants to or needs to hear, but it's what they discussed. ] Um... For what it's worth, I think he really is happy about that. I think he wants to support you, even if he doesn't know how. And...

[ Tsukasa trails off, thinking about it, and leans closer like he's telling her a secret. ]

I think he wants to be one, too. He looked pretty happy at the live, didn't he? So I think he doesn't hate idols as much as he used to, and I think a lot of that might be because of you. You look so radiant on stage, Anya. It'd be hard not to be inspired by you like that. All your hard work, your dedication... [ ...um— ] That's, um, just my two cents, though. I can't say I know Sena-senpai's real feelings or anything like that...? But, um...

[ .....he's leaning away again, clearing his throat. ]

Yeah.