On the thirteenth floor of the building everyone lived in, Miku's personal space was equipped with all sorts of singing and performance gear she needed.
With her exquisite face and fine figure, Miku held Yoshino's hands, pleading earnestly. Because her heart was now completely devoted to Ryuya, Miku's music career had recently become more and more... neglected.
Determined to bid a proper farewell to her audience with one final ceremony, Miku wanted to enlist her good sisters for support.
She found Yoshino and explained her idea. Under a combination of Miku's insistence and persuasion, Yoshino finally agreed to the request.
"Miku, l-let's be clear first. I really can't sing. Dancing... I might be able to help a little with that."
Her voice was soft and gentle. Even after all these years, Yoshino was still easily shy. The thought of performing with Miku in front of a huge concert audience made her feel flustered.
But it was a request from a good sister, so Yoshino would try her best.
"Hmm? Singing? I'm fine with that."
After Yoshino, Tohka, who was eating, heard Miku's request and naturally had no problem with it.
Although she didn't have a concrete concept of singing, being her usual straightforward self who didn't know the meaning of worry, she said it was no big deal.
After Tohka, the third person Miku approached was Yamai Sisters.
"Have me perform? I'm not interested. How boring."
"Agreement. I only want to dance for Ryuya."
They wore very serious expressions.
"Kaguya, Yuzuru, listen to me. Actually, I was thinking..."
Whispering closely, Miku revealed her idea. Hearing Miku's proposal, Kaguya and Yuzuru's eyes lit up.
"Hmm... If we do it the way you said, Miku, it might not be so bad after all."
"Praise. I think Miku's idea is excellent."
Putting on a very serious face, Yuzuru looked at Kaguya, who was so excited she seemed lost, and mercilessly exposed her, "Fool. You are too excited."
"Th-th-that's not true! I am just... hmm."
Blushing brightly, Kaguya fell silent.
"Alright, alright, it's settled then. I'll go find others now."
Waving goodbye to Yamai Sisters, Miku went to find Origami.
"I see. So this is your plan, Izayoi? Good. But there are still some points that can be improved."
After hearing Miku's idea, Origami nodded, giving her full approval.
But then she started detailing various preparations for after the concert, all of them quite bold, making Miku blush and her heart race, feeling very tempted.
"Emmmm... Origami, are you serious? Although I think Darling would definitely be fine with it, isn't this a bit too daring?"
"It's fine. Ryuya-sama would definitely not be troubled by such a small matter. He would be very happy."
Bowing slightly to Miku, Origami said very seriously, "I beg you, Izayoi Miku. This is my greatest wish!"
"Ahhh... Even if you say that... Alright, alright, I'll try asking the others. But I can't guarantee if they'll agree or not."
Sighing, feeling too shy about the things Origami mentioned, Miku thought Origami was truly intense.
Probably only the sisters Ellen and Karen, the ever-indifferent Westcott, and a few others could keep up with her.
"Hmm? Miku, that's not a bad plan. My current work is almost finished anyway. I might as well announce my retirement at the same time."
In a room full of books, after hearing Miku's idea and plan, Nia put down her pen, thought it over carefully, and found it acceptable.
Starting to seriously work on the ending of her final manga, she also agreed to Miku's concert plan.
"Izayoi Miku, are you serious?"
In a dreamscape of interwoven red and black, the girl with golden clock eyes was none other than the Worst Spirit, Tokisaki Kurumi.
A smile appeared on her exquisite, enchanting face, her eyes holding a hint of surprise, "I never thought you'd come up with such an idea, Izayoi Miku. It seems I underestimated you before."
"Not at all, not at all. I just want to express my feelings to Darling."
Scratching her head and laughing a bit embarrassed, Miku confirmed Kurumi's thoughts again, "So... Kurumi, you agree?"
Kurumi nodded lightly, "Agree. Why wouldn't I? After all, the idea you proposed is quite good."
"That's great!"
Letting out a long sigh of relief, Miku had been unsure about inviting a few specific people: Westcott, Kurumi, and the recently arrived Mukuro.
The first was reserved and showed almost no emotion except towards Ryuya. The last one she wasn't familiar with, so she didn't dare say anything. Only Kurumi...
Looking at this Time Spirit, who had a strong presence in terms of looks, aura, and personality, Miku felt considerably more relaxed having secured her agreement.
"Well then, Kurumi, I'll go find the others now."
"Mhm, go ahead."
Watching the seemingly burning determination in Miku's eyes, Kurumi smiled wryly, sighing inwardly about how incredible her husband was, able to attract so many excellent girls willing to give their all for him.
At the Itsuka Sisters' place.
"What? Miku, are you serious? You've really decided to do this?"
Wearing a casual white sweater that accentuated her slim and well-proportioned figure, Shiori, who usually always wore her school uniform, suddenly asked loudly.
"Of course it's true! That's why I came to ask if Kotori would do it."
Looking slightly strangely at Shiori, Miku pondered that she never noticed before how good this woman's figure was, 'Was she always perfectly proportioned?'
"Hmm... I'm not against it. It's just... isn't this proposal a bit too daring?"
Her face slightly flushed, Kotori, who had somehow become even more charming and attractive than before since entering her second year of high school, had started paying attention to her appearance and clothing.
"Daring? Isn't that to be expected?"
"Shiori-nee, speaking of which, you've been buying a lot of makeup lately. Is there a boy you like?"
Looking at Shiori's carefully applied cherry-colored lips, Mana asked curiously.
"W-what? No, there isn't!"
"This lipstick... I just thought it looked nice, so I put it on."
Thinking about her behavior over the past six months, Shiori wondered if he had noticed. But seeing him every single day, how could he not notice at all?
Even though she felt she had been quite obvious, did she really have to make the first move?
Touching the soft fabric of her clothes, Shiori began to feel lost, wondering if all these changes were worth it.