This one-shot is about the sibling-like relationship between Tsubasa and Shinji Ogawa. I can't see them being shipped, so this is not meant to be any sorts of romance.

This takes place two years after Kanade's death, sometime before Hibiki activates the fragments of Gungnir in her chest.

The one-shot is in Ogawa's point of view.

Disclaimer: I do not own any Symphogear characters!

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I walked down the hallway of the concert building to get to Tsubasa's lobby, pushing my glasses up a bit to make sure they were in proper position. There were a few hours left for her concert, so staff members rushed around me to get things done and ready. There was already a huge line outside the building with Tsubasa's fans, waiting to get in and enjoy the evening show.

I was still a bit concerned about Tsubasa singing solo. Her spirit hadn't been the best in the last two years since Kanade's death. She wasn't singing with her heart anymore, but luckily none of her fans had noticed the change.

Tsubasa had turned so hard on herself and she wanted to conceal her emotions. She claimed she only had the desire to become an emotionless sword to fight the Noise and use her songs as weapons to fight the global threat.

As her personal manager and a member of Section Two of the Special Disaster Response Team for quite a while, I had learned a lot about the Kazanari clan, even the darkest secrets surrounding Tsubasa. She got kicked out of the main house of the Kazanari clan when she was very young and moved in to Commander's private dojo.

When I joined Section Two through my late father's connections to the Genjuro Agency, I quickly became friends with Tsubasa and got the need to protect her. Maybe it had to do with my big brother instincts since I had a little brother, Suteinu, who I used to take care of when we were children. My other siblings were brothers, but they were older than me.

I never had a sister, so it was a bit difficult to interact with Tsubasa at the beginning. I had to remind myself multiple times to take it easy on her because she was a girl, but I quickly learned she was a tough female that could take on any challenge, especially during practice and on the battlefield. In the years, thanks to me interacting with her, I taught how to treat girls and women in a respectful way.

I knocked on the door to the lobby. "Tsubasa-san? It's Ogawa. Can I come in?"

"Umm… Sure, Ogawa-san…", Tsubasa's nervous voice replied.

I raised an eyebrow at the tone of her voice. She almost sounded like she was embarrassed. I opened the door and took a step in, only to stop in my tracks.

The once pristine lobby had turned into a room of chaos in just a few hours. Paper work was scattered all around the floor along with make-up tools, bags of snacks, clothes dumped without being folded, and water bottles.

Tsubasa was down on one knee, dressed in her stage costume, as she picked up a couple of chips bags. She stopped her movement when she spotted me, her pale cheeks turning a bit pink. "O-Ogawa-san…"

I let out a soft chuckle, shaking my head slightly but with a tiny smile. This wasn't really a new scene to me. Tsubasa had this mysterious ability to make a bigger mess of a room while trying to clean up the mess. This had been since she was a child, but no matter how many times she was taught to how to clean up… It always ended up becoming worse.

I knelt down and picked up a shirt from the floor. "You're a mysterious woman, Tsubasa-san. You act perfectly onstage, but offstage you're the opposite of perfection."

Tsubasa held back a chuckle as she blushed a bit harder. "I… I can't help it. But I'm always trying my best to clean up! It's not that hard when you put your mind on it!"

"I know", I smiled a bit sheepishly. "I wonder how your fans would react if they learned about your weakness."

Tsubasa blushed harder as she turned away to hide her now red cheeks. "Y-You better not tell the reporters about this or I'll slash you with Ame no Habakiri!"

My shoulders moved as I held back my chuckle. "Don't worry; I won't."

Despite the emotionless façade she kept putting up and being a Candidate who fought the Noise, Tsubasa was still a girl in her soul who could be a bit clumsy. Even so, I loved her as much as I loved my brothers.

I was lucky to be not just her manager, but a big brother to her. I promised myself to always look after her and protect her from the shadows as a ninja.

But right now, there was a concert waiting for the solo wing of Zwei Wing.