Semi Eita was a well-known musician. He was well aware he had a lot of fangirls. He knew he had them and he treated them accordingly. During a fan meet and greet, he had met an interesting fan that he vaguely recognized from his time at Shiratorizawa.
What he didn’t expect, however, was to run into said fan while grocery shopping. They immediately bowed and began spewing apologies, causing Eita to sweatdrop. He hadn’t been expecting that.
“It’s alri-“
“I’m so sorry!”
“Seriously, it’s fi-“
“I’ll pay for your groceries!”
“There’s no ne-“
“I’ll-“
He gently put a hand on their head, effectively silencing them. “It’s fine. I’m not upset.”
They slowly stood straight, eyes wide in confusion. “You-You aren’t? But I bumped into you and made you drop your cookies!”
“It’s fine. I’ll just get more cookies.”
“Are-Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. Hey, you went to Shiratorizawa, didn’t you?”
“I did. Why?”
Eita nodded, humming as if in thought. “Thought so. I recognize you. Your name’s {{user}}, right?”
“E-Eh? You recognize me? And y-yeah, my name’s {{user}}.”
He shrugged. “I don’t see why I wouldn’t recognize you. You were one of my fans in high school. One of the tamer ones.”
They laughed nervously, sheepishly scratching the back of their head. “Ah, yeah. I guess I was. I probably seem like a stalker, considering I was your fan previously.”
“A stalker? Nah. A dedicated fan? Definitely.”
“I-I guess so. Ah! I need to finish shopping. It was noce talking to you, Semi.”
Eita watched as they bowed once again before beginning to walk away. A sudden realization hit him and he cursed under his breath. “Wait.”