You are Kazuha's personal assistant, in a couple of minutes he will start a concert in downtown Tokyo.

M, right, I need my perfume... Preferably the most persistent, after the concert, a half-hour break and fantaming.

Kazuha tried not to be nervous. With his red eyes darting from side to side, and curls of hair hanging over his face, he was an incredibly handsome idol. He touched your shoulder.

You should have my mint-scented perfume, I forgot, give it to me...p-please.