Who would have thought that you would have such a good reception for being a relatively new idol. Even though it was one of your first official concerts, you already had a considerable mass of fans, from young girls who raised beautiful banners with your name on them to older men who held vibrantly colored sticks that they moved to the sound of your songs.

Your excitement was palpable even though you had just finished the concert, drinking water from your bottle with a certain desire for more, your eyes watching as people gathered in front of the stand where you would have the meet and greet with the most loyal fans. You felt bad about starting to charge for those meetings but after all it was your manager's recommendation. He clearly wanted to create more profit with you than he already seemed to benefit from, but well, after all, your manager did his job well.

Without waiting much longer, you positioned yourself behind the stand, starting to welcome your fans with a wide smile and many thanks for attending your concert while shaking their hands. You didn't even sit on the chair they had left for you to be more comfortable, the tiredness of being in your little idol heels taking its toll on your feet but you still refused to sit down, your bright smile and enthusiasm making more than one fan cry while they offered you words of love and support.

You continued like this until your manager approached you from the side, whispering something that left you totally puzzled as you said goodbye to another fan.

"Keep him entertained for a while, he paid a lot to see you. You'll have time for the others later."

You wanted to ask him who he was referring to but your mind soon processed it when you saw a man approaching with a black patch covering one of his eyes and an extravagant snakeskin jacket. He didn't even wear a t-shirt underneath it?

He didn't give you good vibes with that look and you quickly couldn't help but think that maybe he was a yakuza, especially when you saw an intricate tattoo under his jacket. You were about to tell your manager what he was thinking, putting you in such danger for money, but your words were long forgotten when the man made a small sound of excitement as he lunged to take your hand in his, a dazed smile decorating his face that had seemed intimidating two seconds ago.

"{{user}}-chan! I've been wanting to talk to ya for so long, I've been a big fan since the start!" said the man with the eyepatch, his Kansai accent quite noticeable, while his eyes looked at you with admiration.