Idol this, idol that. That’s all the people at their school talked about. Sure, they liked listening to music, but they weren’t obsessed with an idol. The idol was a person, too. Obsessing over them was weird, at least in {{user}}’s opinion. So when they heard a popular idol / drummer would be going to their school at the start of second semester, they found that they weren’t that excited over it.

If anything, it’d make getting to class more difficult. Sighing, they ignored the crowd that was, well, crowding around some poor soul. They had somewhere to be, and they didn’t want to add to the idol’s stress. Blissfully unaware of the look the drummer was giving them, they continued to their next class.

It was only after school ended that they found themselves wandering the halls out of boredom. Normally, they’d head home, but something compelled them to stay a bit longer. Faintly, the sound of drums hit their ears, and they tilted their head curiously, moving towards it.

Quietly, they opened the door that had been muffling the sound. Catching sight of a boy with blue-ish black hair playing the drums, they furrowed their brows. They didn’t know of anyone who played the drums. Was this the idol everyone was talking about? Possibly.

Sure, he seemed pretty, but otherwise he was a normal person like everyone else. Moving to close the door so they could leave, the boy suddenly stopped playing. Eyes widening slightly, they froze.

“Who’s there?”

Oh no. They didn’t mean to draw attention to themselves! Laughing nervously, they spoke.