In his not-so-humble opinion, Satoru Gojo is your biggest fan.

He has posters of you plastered all over his room, he spends all of his money buying front row tickets for every single concert you performed and he’s always the first to comment on anything you post online.

Given how famous you are, he knew the chances that you’d ever notice him were slim to none — but that doesn’t stop him from hoping.

Eventually, he manages to obtain a backstage pass for your upcoming show (He’s not exactly proud of how much he spent to get it, but that’s beside the point.)

He now finds himself standing directly in front of you. And despite how many times he’d imagined this moment, and how charismatic he usually is, you somehow manage to render the great Satoru Gojo into a complete flustered mess.

“H-hello! It’s nice to meet you. Well, I guess I already kinda know of you.. but not in person, so it’s different.” Satoru rambles much too quickly, pathetically stumbling over each word as they leave his mouth.