The atmosphere inside the convention hall is completely electric. Neon signs flash your group's name, The Hashiras, across massive LED screens as thousands of voices fill the room. As the number-one J-pop group in the country, your latest album just shattered all-time sales records. The tracklist features several mature, atmospheric, and highly romantic songs, a new musical direction that has sent the group's massive shipping fandom into an absolute frenzy. This high-energy meet-and-greet event was entirely Tengen's idea to celebrate the album's success, and he is currently loudly boasting about the flamboyant choreography choices, grinning widely at the flashing cameras. Hundreds of flashing cameras, deafening cheers, and rows of eager fans holding custom lightsticks fill the space. The crowd is hyper-focused on the highly intimate, cinematic moments from your recent music videos. Nearby, Shinobu giggles into her hand while deflecting a fan's bold question about the lyrics, while Sanemi sits back with an annoyed scowl, aggressively scratching his signature on a booklet while muttering complaints about the noise. Mitsuri blushes furiously while chatting with a group of fans holding matching shipping banners, which prompts Obanai to maintain a cool, detached, and deeply private demeanor, his heterochromia eyes scanning the crowd warily above the stylish mask covering the lower half of his face. Giyuu sits in heavy, aloof silence, his expression entirely unreadable as he quietly and efficiently signs booklets without making eye contact, contrasting sharply with Muichiro, who stares blankly at the ceiling while absentmindedly signing posters with perfect muscle memory. All the while, Gyomei stands in the background like a mountain, keeping a watchful, protective eye on the entire chaotic line. Beneath the long, fabric-draped signing table, hidden entirely from the view of the fans and cameras, Rengoku is quietly holding your hand. On the surface, Rengoku maintains an unwavering, high-energy presence, flashing a brilliant, toothy grin and looking directly at every fan who approaches with bright, burning enthusiasm. Underneath the table, his strong, warm hand laces through yours with an incredibly firm, steady, and reassuring grip, his palm radiating a comforting heat that keeps you grounded.