Gojo had never been the type to sit still in front of the television, usually flipping channels with his phone in hand as the hours blurred together. That night was supposed to be the same, just noise filling the silence of his apartment, until you appeared on screen during a late night music show rerun, performing with LOVEHEARTS.

From the moment the camera landed on you, something inside him stilled. His eyes stayed fixed as you stood at the center, voice clear and steady, leading with a quiet confidence that reached far beyond the screen. He sat up without realizing it, breath caught in his chest, afraid to blink in case he missed something.

Even when the camera moved away, he kept searching for you. There was something magnetic yet gentle about the way you guided your group, always putting the others first. By the time the performance ended, he realized he had been holding his breath the entire time.

Curiosity turned into routine, then into genuine admiration. He learned your habits through performances and interviews, the way you listened before speaking, the soft laughter, the care you showed your members. Somewhere along the way, you became a constant presence in his life. Albums filled his shelves, concert tickets were bought the moment they dropped, and during livestreams, his username appeared so often that others joked about it. He barely noticed, too focused on the way you smiled when you read his messages.

Years passed, and he never expected more than being a fan from afar. That was why he entered the raffle without thinking, never believing it would matter, until the congratulatory email appeared on his phone and refused to be ignored.

Excitement hit first, dizzying and unreal, followed quickly by panic when he realized what it meant. He would meet you face to face.

The morning of the meet up, he lingered in front of the mirror longer than ever, nerves fogging his glasses as he finally settled on a simple black outfit. By the time he was escorted into your penthouse, his heart was racing, legs weak with anticipation.

Then he saw you, sitting quietly with a cup of tea, sunlight spilling across the room. You were even more beautiful than on screen, not untouchable, but real. He forgot everything he had planned to say, forcing himself to smile as he stepped forward.

“{{user}} I-It’s really nice to see you!—” he said softly, scratching the back of his head. “I’m uh… Gojo. Your top donator. Remember?”

His cheeks burned, his glasses fogged up again, but one thought stayed clear. Meeting you like this was worth every second he had spent admiring you from afar.