The studio lights burned brightly overhead, washing the entire set in a soft, deceptively warm glow that made the fabricated world around them seem gentler than it really was. Cameras glided back and forth along their tracks with mechanical precision, while crew members huddled behind monitors and whispered to one another in low voices so they would not disrupt the fragile atmosphere being built scene by scene. In the center of it all stood Yu, dressed in the simple, cozy high school uniform of the male lead's devoted best friend, and the moment his cue arrived, he delivered his lines with such effortless precision that several people on set visibly straightened in surprise.
