Maki then proceeded to the kitchen, where he prepared a delicious dessert for Nemuri—Tres Leches Cake, a light sponge cake soaked in three types of milk.
Nemuri didn't waste any time. She edited the video, adding Japanese subtitles to it. After finishing the edits, she posted the video on her feed with the caption "One Day", and included the link to Maki's page along with it.
Coincidentally, just as she finished posting the video, Maki returned with the dessert he had prepared.
"It's here, Nemu. Come on, let's eat," Maki called out from the kitchen.
Nemuri stood up and walked toward him.
On Nemuri's phone, the video of Maki singing One Day was slowly gaining views. Many people wanted to know more about him and were already asking for new songs. When they followed the link from the first video, however, they found that the page was still empty—no posts had been made yet.
Soon, people were gathering on Nemuri's feed, waiting. Then, another post from Nemuri appeared. They read the caption—it said "One Day." Just like before, this time the title felt different from most hero-related songs.
Everyone who saw the post didn't hesitate. They pressed the play button in the center of the screen.
Once again, they saw the man. This time, the room he was in was lit only by sunlight coming through the window, giving the scene a cinematic feeling. They heard the vibing beat of the guitar being used like a drum—taps and strums blending together, creating a lively, vibrant rhythm. Then, a heavy three-down strum suddenly cut through the sound.
And then he sang.
When his deep voice rang out, it was captivating. Many people couldn't clearly catch all the words, only bits and pieces, and some didn't fully understand the lyrics at all—but the vibe of the song made them want to move along with it.
As they watched, they noticed the subtitles.
It was a song about a new tomorrow—filled with conviction, passion, and the will to not give up. A song meant for everyone. The song gave different meanings, visions, and emotions to each listener.
And among those listeners was a woman with half-red hair and half-white hair.
She had never heard a song like this before.
She was known for her talent in music—versatile in every genre. Her primary genres were Pop and Anison, which formed her core identity as a modern Japanese pop star. She was also deeply experienced in EDM and synth-pop, hard rock, pop ballads, heavy electronic and metal, hip-hop and rap, and even folk music. She was accustomed to nearly every kind of sound there was.
To her, it had always felt like she knew everything about music.
At a young age, she had already become one of the top artists in the world, adding her own "authority" to her name. She truly stood at the pinnacle of music.
But as she was taking a break from recording her new song, her authority suddenly began to buzz.
She raised an eyebrow.
Her authority possessed unique sensing and attractive properties related to sound and specific musical characteristics. She closed her eyes,trying to sense the source of the buzzing and in her mind, she saw a white phone. From it, she could clearly feel the vibrations—and hear the song itself.
Then she heard the lyrics.
It was the part where the voice said:
"If the world was ending, I wanna be next to you."
Then she suddenly opened her eyes. Curiosity—and something deeper—was written clearly on her expression. She stood up and walked toward the source she had sensed earlier.
It was the guitarist of the band named Polo.
"Polo?" she called.
Polo looked up and said, "Oh, the world's greatest diva, huh?" he teased her with a grin.
But the woman only snorted in response.
Polo smiled again and asked, "What's wrong? Are you tired? We can take a longer break if you want," he said, a hint of worry in his voice.
"No." She shook her head. "Um… what were you playing just now?"
"Oh, that?" Polo laughed softly. "Wow, you even heard that from far away. Well, considering your authority, it's not really impossible for you to do that."
"Hey, that wasn't my question," she said, placing her slim white hands on her hips.
Polo snapped out of his thoughts. "Oh—right. Well, isn't the song good? It's going viral. One of my friends sent me the link. Here, take a look."
Polo handed her his phone.
She grabbed it quickly and pressed play.
And then she saw him.
Long black hair covered part of his face, his broad shoulders steady as he strummed the guitar. The chords and the strumming pattern were something she had never heard before. Then he started singing.
In that moment, it felt as if the world turned black.
She stood there, watching him, as though he were sitting right in front of her—singing only for her. As if he were telling her that even if the world were to end, even if death itself stood in the way, it wouldn't matter if he wanted to be with her.