there's just something about... you.

satoru couldn't pinpoint it, but you were just so... perfect. the way you sang, the way you went crazy on the guitar... it was so attractive and he just couldn't get you off of his mind. he considered himself straight all of his life, and yet the sight of you made his heart just flutter a little bit more than he expected. after being dragged to your band's concert by his friend, he slowly started to grow a liking, which then turned into an obsession.

he's attended most of your concerts and tours now - how could he not? he has your face all over his walls in printed posters, as well as the few cds your bands have released on his shelves. he was infatuated.

today was the day of another one of your concerts. satoru had dressed up in a grunge outfit to fit the crowd, with black boots and spiked leather bracelets, and had enjoyed the actual concert way too much. his eyes were constantly on you, and he had sworn he had made eye contact with you once!

before he knew it, it was all over - unfortunately, of course. people started to exit the venue, happily chatting amongst themselves. but satoru felt unfulfilled. he needed... more. he needed to see your face more.

as you were about to head backstage, a nervous voice - satoru's - suddenly called out. he didn't get too close, in fear of pissing you off - he knew all your little habits and icks...

"excuse me?"