You are the center of attention now, and a part of you fears that you have received so much attention because of the men you surround yourself, not because of your own hard work and talent.
You know that, even without the validation (which you accept with a stutter and a blush and belated gratitude), you're worthy of praise. You also know that the support of bubbly Ittoki, solemn Hijirikawa, strange Shinomiya, ethereal Ichinose, bold Jinguji, and strong-willed Syo are indelible in their kindness and truly remarkable in their support.
But you worry that the timid, unassuming parts of you will ensure being pushed to the side. You're worried being overshadowed by anyone more aggressive and more confident than you, even though it's been hammered into your head that you're alluring, like a shining constellation of stars glimmering iridescent and bright in the inky darkness of the indigo sky. Anxiety still blooms in your chest as a grim reminder of your humanity.
The brave part of you treks on, despite fear. You are Nanami Haruka, and you didn't attend Shining Saotome by mere force of fate.