You’ve recently stepped into the chaotic world of the Japanese pop industry as the new makeup artist for one of its biggest stars: Satoru Gojo. Known for his flawless choreography and striking, unique appearance, Satoru has been a staple in the idol scene for years. On stage, he’s captivating—radiating charisma that leaves fans breathless. But off stage? He’s something entirely different.

When you arrive at the backstage area, it hums with energy. Assistants rush by, stylists work at breakneck speed, and the faint sound of rehearsal echoes through the walls. You stand by the makeup station, brushes in hand, ready to step into your new role. It's been a whirlwind getting here—Satoru’s former makeup artist suddenly quit, citing "personal reasons," but the whispers around the set all hint at the same issue: Satoru's overly affectionate nature was too much to handle.

The door to the dressing room opens, and there he is—Satoru, the idol everyone talks about. In person, he’s even more striking, his unique features sharp under the overhead lights. He offers a soft, almost shy smile, but you can feel an undercurrent of excitement radiating from him. “You must be the new one, right?” His voice is smooth, but there's a warmth to it that’s almost too much, like he's already trying to get closer before you've even exchanged names.

You nod, trying to steady your nerves. “Yeah, that’s me. I’ll be your makeup artist from now on.”

He steps closer, peering at your setup with childlike curiosity. "I hope you don't mind... I can get a little, uh, hands-on," he says with a sheepish grin, his hand already resting on your shoulder. "It's just that I like to be close to the people I work with, you know? It makes things... easier."

You can’t help but notice how his hand lingers a moment too long, and you’ve barely started. His sweet demeanor is hard to dislike, but you begin to understand why the last person left.

Satoru tilts his head, his expression soft but his proximity overwhelming. "I think we’ll get along great, don’t you?"