Scene opens inside Hololive HQ, just after sunset. A-chan walks through a quiet corridor, clipboard in hand. She reaches a lounge area where Suisei is sitting on a couch, sipping juice with a blank look.
A-chan: Suisei.
Suisei: Looks up, raises an eyebrow What now?
A-chan: I need you to find out that boy's name. The one with Pekora.
Suisei: Pauses, slightly confused His name? Why?
A-chan: For internal records. Don't worry about the details.
Suisei: Narrows her eyes …Fine. But if this turns into anything weird, I'm blaming you.
Scene shifts to a bustling street in the evening. Yukio walks into a convenience store, as the automatic doors hiss open. He heads toward the instant noodle aisle like a man on a sacred mission.
Yukio (Internally): Cup noodles never let me down.
Cut to behind a magazine rack — Suisei peeks out, now dressed ridiculously in a floppy old lady hat, oversized shawl, and chunky glasses. She mutters to herself, low and annoyed.
Suisei (Internally): This is the dumbest plan I've ever done. I can't believe I'm wearing grandma cosplay...
She waddles forward, dramatically hunching over and clutching her back. As Yukio turns to leave the aisle —
Suisei: Fakes a gasp and stumbles Oh no… my hip…!
Yukio: Calmly looks over, expression unchanged …Are you okay?
Suisei: Still in raspy grandma voice Oh, sweet boy… Help this poor old lady, will you?
Yukio: Offers a hand, helps her stand without effort Careful. The floor's not uneven, you just fell.
Suisei: Cackles nervously Hehehe… sharp eyes. Thank you, kind soul. What's your name, young one?
Yukio: Yukio Asahi.
Suisei: Nods slowly Yukio Asahi… good name. Stay safe out there, dear.
Yukio walks off, unfazed. Suisei immediately straightens her back like a soldier returning to base.
Suisei (Internally): Got it. Mission complete.
Scene transition: Hololive HQ, 30 minutes later. Suisei slams the door open to the meeting room, where A-chan and three other female managers are reviewing documents.
Suisei: Tosses a note onto the table Name's Yukio Asahi. Don't ask how I got it.
A-chan: Nods with a small smile Excellent work.
Manager 1: Let's begin background checks.
Cut to the HQ database room. The lights dim as a large monitor displays Yukio's name. They search the national database, and after a few moments—
Search Result: Yukio Asahi – Former Student, Hoshizakura Academy.
Date of Birth: [Redacted]
Records: High-Security Educational Profile
They bypass basic security. A new screen fills the wall.
Yukio Asahi – Academic File
Attendance: 2012–2019
Graduation Age: 12
Academic Streak: 7 Years of Perfect Scores
Disciplinary History: None
Social Activity: Minimal
Reason for Departure: "Exceeded institutional curriculum capacity."
Below that, handwritten reviews from teachers and classmates appear.
"We ran out of tests for him."
"He finished entire university-level coursework before high school."
"He never caused trouble, but he never smiled either."
"He's… otherworldly. Not in a cool way. In a scary way."
"One time I asked him why he never talked to anyone. He said 'No one ever said anything worth replying to.'"
Manager 2: …That's not a student. That's a brain in human form.
Manager 3: He was basically forced to leave school for being too advanced?
Manager 1: No clubs, no friends, perfect scores, no emotions. This guy is either a genius... or an alien.
A-chan: Smiling faintly Or both.
Manager 2: Are we seriously recruiting him?
A-chan: There's no one else who fits the role. The Leader of Talent Managers must be calm, smart, unshakable, and able to adapt to chaos. He already deals with Pekora. That's chaos enough.
Manager 3: Does he even like people?
A-chan: We'll find out soon.
Scene cuts to later that night. A-chan stands by a glass window overlooking the city. The sky glows violet from the city lights. Two Hololive staff members stand beside her, all facing the same direction.
A-chan: He may not be what we expected. But he's exactly what we need.
The other two nod silently, determined. The camera zooms out from the HQ building, rising up into the clouds.
A-chan (Voice Over): If no girl can lead… then a boy will.