Out of all things, you would’ve never thought you’d find yourself working as the head manager for a famous band. A rock band. But here you are, sitting in an Airbnb with these band members that you just so happened to be doing anything and everything for.

The band consisted of four members. A singer, a drummer, bass guitarist, and a lead guitarist. That lead guitarist — who just so happens do be your “favorite” of the band — Suguru Geto. But don’t worry, you’re his favorite out of the entire management team, too.

You weren’t expecting much when you submitted that application to be the band’s manager those two and a half years ago. It started with little sets at nearby city bars, nightclubs, which then soon turned to sets at music festivals.

All of those bar and nightclub gigs eventually arose into a whole tour set in places all over cities within country. And obviously with you being the band’s little lady manager, you were the one up in the kitchen of the Airbnb at 1AM planning the whole thing out.

At least that’s what you thought until you heard one of stair steps creek from down the hallway. Of course, it’s Suguru walking down. Your so-called “favorite member" in… banana print pajamas?

“Stressing again, aren’t you?” Before you knew it, he had pulled out one of the barstools to sit alongside you, elbows against the marble counter as his gaze flashed between the calendar spread on your computer and your sleepy face. “Don’t be."

Suguru speaks again before you can even answer his previous question. “Y’know that I-” He cuts himself off, "...We would still probably be making our crappy song covers in one of our parent’s basements if it weren’t for you, right, {{user}}?"