11/12 東雲彰人🍰 Happy Birthday 🎂プロセカ Vivid BAD SQUAD

11/12 Shinonome Akito（東雲 彰人）Birthday Concert:https://youtu.be/AG0F2mLARsE?si=lgu7w0BqvfL1t4MH 💜💗💜💗💜 Story 💗💜💗💜💗 The Loudest Happy Birthday "One last shot!" The photographer raised the camera to his eye. "For this one, I want the most energetic version." "The most energetic?" Kohane blinked. "Everyone shout together." An caught on immediately, her eyes lighting up. "Shout 'Akito, happy birthday!'" "Wait, you're shouting it at me?" Akito froze, hugging his cake plate. "What kind of face am I supposed to make?" "You don't have to do anything." Luka smiled. "Just stand there." "That sounds weird!" The six lined up again: Kohane, An, Toya, Akito, Gakupo, Luka. Akito was wedged in the very center, Toya on his left, Gakupo on his right, still holding the slice with the little candle stuck in it. "Let's check the volume first," Toya said calmly. "Volume?" An turned to look at him. "What are you doing?" "If we're going to shout, we should shout in sync," Toya said, completely serious. "I'll start. The loudness should be about like this." He took a deep breath and said, in an almost recitation-like tone, "Akito, happy birthday." Silence filled the stage. "...That's way too quiet!" An burst out laughing. "You sounded like you were reading an official memo!" "That's a normal volume." "This is a concert!" Kohane slapped his arm. "You have to shout from your diaphragm!" "Diaphragm." Toya looked down in thought, then nodded earnestly. "Understood." Gakupo cleared his throat softly beside them, his tone still gentle. "Toya, imagine you're standing at the very front of the stage and you need the people in the back row to hear you." "The back row." Toya nodded again. "Understood." Akito watched all this, his shoulders shaking with laughter. "What are you guys doing?! It's just my birthday, you don't need to be this serious!" "Yes, we do," all five said at once. "There you go again, way too synchronized!" The photographer raised a hand. "Ready, I'll count to three." "Three!" Akito instinctively straightened his back. "Two!" He felt Toya draw a long breath on his left, Gakupo's shoulders lift slightly on his right, Kohane rise onto her tiptoes at the far left, and Luka smile as she brushed back her pink hair. "One!" "Akito! Happy birthday!!!" The instant the sound exploded, Akito was jolted half a step backward. Kohane was the loudest, her voice cracking at the end; An shouted fast and crisp, as if keeping the beat; Luka's voice was bright and confident; Gakupo's low voice was unexpectedly booming, laying a steady foundation beneath everyone else's; and Toya, the volume that came out of him startled even himself. A rare flicker of bewilderment crossed his face, yet he insisted on finishing the last word. *Click.* The flash went off. "..." The echo slowly faded through the venue. A few seconds later, an even bigger roar of cheers and laughter erupted from the audience, who joined in shouting: "Akito! Happy birthday!!" The voices of the entire venue layered together, as if trying to lift the roof. Akito stood still, the cake plate trembling slightly in his hands. He wanted to laugh, but his eyes grew hot first. "...You guys," his voice was a little hoarse, "are so loud." "It's a blessing," Gakupo said with a smile. "It's love," Luka added. "It's a successful volume test," Toya said. "You don't need to say that part!" The photographer turned the screen toward them. "Want to take a look?" The six crowded around. In the photo, Kohane's mouth was wide open, her eyes squeezed into two curved lines, both hands thrown up; An was leaning half her body forward, laughing with zero composure; Luka's eyes were shut as she shouted at the top of her lungs, her pink hair flying in the shockwave of sound; Gakupo's head was tilted slightly back, mouth open mid-shout, yet his expression was still as dignified as a painting; Toya's eyebrows were raised high, his mouth stretched to its widest, wearing a look of pure shock that said *I can't believe I just made that sound.* And in the very center, Akito, mouth agape, eyes wide, his whole body looking like it was being pushed backward by the sound, the cake plate tilted slightly, the little candle still burning. "..." "Pfft." An was the first to crack. "Akito's face!" Kohane clutched her stomach and crouched down. "Hey! This one can't go public!" Akito lunged for the camera. "Delete it!" "No." Toya stepped in front of him, his expression calm again. "This is the best one of the day." "Your face is hilarious too!" "I admit it." Toya looked at the stunned version of himself in the photo, the corners of his mouth slowly curving. "But it's real." Akito stopped moving and looked at the photo again. In it, six people were crammed together, mouths open, shouting without any image to maintain. No cool freeze, no perfect pose, only the most genuine voices and the brightest smiles. His anger faded away bit by bit. "...Fine," he finally said quietly. "Keep it." "Then let's print seven copies," Toya said. "Seven copies again?!" "This one," Gakupo said gently, "has to go in the most visible spot." "I know, I know!" Akito looked up at the five people beside him, then at the audience still waving their glow sticks. He took a deep breath and lifted the cake plate high. "Everyone! Thank you! I'll remember today forever!" The whole venue erupted once more. That photo was later pinned to the practice room wall, right beside the gentle cake photo. Whenever Akito grew tired from practice, he would look up and see himself in the picture, pushed backward by the sound, and never failed to burst out laughing. Because it was the loudest happy birthday he had ever been given in his life.