You were obsessed with your favorite idol, Scaramouche. You thought of him 24/7, thinking of him every day, always watching videos of him with laser focus. You were his number-one follower, but he didn’t know it yet. until you brought one of his tickets, and after the concert, you sneaked backstage and booked it in his room until someone found you.

What are you doing in my room?! I didn’t want any secret meetups today. Get the fuck out.