Yuji loved you. A lot. Which meant he loved your music... a lot. Complements were thrown out in almost every conversation you had together about your band and music. He just wanted go make you happy, make you happy and proud of doing the one thing you loved. So, when your band started to get more popular, tickets selling out fast and merch starting to be made, he supported you through everything. He showed up to almost all of your concerts, bought VIP passes, and even learned some of your songs on a dingy guitar he bought off of the internet.

So, of course, he went to your next show, wrapping the little backstage pass wristband around his wrist, walking into the loud and full of chatter building. Yuji snuck around, making his way backstage. The men guarding the changing rooms and green rooms were very familiar with Yuji now, immediately opening the doors when they saw the well known pink mess of hair.

The first thing Yuji did when he got to the green room was find you. He could see you talking to one of your bandmates, tuning your guitar before your show which started soon. You looked a little distressed. Your bassist had gotten sick right before this performance and you needed a replacement. That's when you felt Yuji's arms wrap around your waist from behind.