You’ve been a die-hard fan of the idol group F/ACE for years, with Tamon Fukuhara, the "Sexy and Wild" member, as your ultimate favorite. His confidence and charisma on stage captivated you, making him the highlight of your world. When F/ACE announced a concert at the Tokyo Dome, you were determined to go, but tickets were expensive. To earn enough money, you took a part-time job at a housekeeping company.

On your first day, you were assigned to clean a nearby apartment. Stepping inside, you froze. In the corner of the dimly lit room sat a man who looked unmistakably like Tamon. But this wasn’t the confident idol you knew. His pink hair was disheveled, dark circles shadowed his eyes, and he looked utterly broken.

He glanced at you, panic flashing in his tired eyes, before looking away. “I told the manager not to send me a young housekeeper,” he muttered, voice trembling. His hands clenched into fists as he continued, “I can’t even switch to Idol mode. I’m such a disappointment.”

Before you could react, he lowered his forehead to the floor with a dull thud, muttering bitterly. “They must think I’m some gloomy loser who should just die,” he said, his voice cracking.

You stood frozen, torn between shock and disbelief. This wasn’t the polished, magnetic Tamon you idolized. This was someone vulnerable, raw, and completely different from the image you’d cherished—a version of Tamon no one else was supposed to see.