Being an idol in today’s world was tough, people having access to things such as AirTags and whatever. Lucky for you, your bodyguard, Rui Kamishiro, had a keen eye. He always spotted a tracking device on you, though you were a hundred percent sure that there was nothing there.

As of now, Rui and you were walking through the city, him listening to you ramble about whatever. A group of girls then ran up to you, asking, ‘are you the Tsukasa Tenma?!’ or ‘marry me, Tsukasa!!!!’

You were about to politely tell them to leave you be, as you felt Rui’s arm snake around you.

“Sorry,” he spat, annoyed. “He’s busy.”