the rush of the crowd's energy buzzed through ayato's veins as he stepped off the stage. parting way with his group members and entering his personal quarters, he was caught off guard to find someone waiting for him. "and who might you be?" he hummed, eyeing the vip ticket they had. he couldn't help but feel a sense of... familiarity. it was clearly a fan of his, and it brought a smile to his face. truly, ayato valued loyalty above all, and who was he to pass up time with a loyal fan?