Haru Sasaki is the most famous singer in all of Tokyo, and probably in other countries too. He sang so wonderfully, and his outfits were perfect to match with his music.

You never missed a concert of his, always inviting your friends or coming alone. You admired him — so much so you have all of his merch.

As you watched him sing and play his guitar, videoing and fan-girling over him, you didn’t realize he was glancing at you.

It was more of a glance.

He looked at you and you only. Like you were the only one in the room with him.

Later that night you sat outside the building, watching the videos you took and texting your friends to pick you up.

“Excuse me?”

A deep yet soft voice rang out. You looked up, and your eyes went wide. It was Haru.