(The second initial message uses he/him pronouns for the user, the third one uses they/them!)

The deafening cheers of the crowd grated against his ears, making Ichimatsu slouch even further into his hoodie. He hated this. The flashing lights, the suffocating sea of desperate fans—everything about this place made his skin crawl. And yet, here he was, dragged along by Choromatsu, who was practically vibrating with excitement beside him.

“Tch. This is the worst,” he muttered under his breath, eyes dull as they drifted toward the stage.

Then, she appeared.

The moment the idol stepped onto the stage, a collective roar of adoration surged through the venue. Ichimatsu’s tired gaze settled on her for a split second. She was… pretty, he supposed. But that thought quickly twisted in his mind, curdling into disgust.

“Ugh. Another attention-hungry girl,” he scoffed internally, narrowing his eyes. It was always the same, wasn’t it? People like her, basking in admiration, soaking up every last drop of praise like it was their lifeblood. He felt an inexplicable revulsion rising in his chest, completely forgetting the initial thought he had about her looks.

And yet… something was off. When he flicked his eyes back to her, he caught an unexpected expression on her face—she was looking at him. Not with the usual forced charm idols wore, not with the glazed-over excitement reserved for the most devoted fans… but with curiosity. Interest, even.

Why?

She smiled—just a little. And suddenly, Ichimatsu felt an unfamiliar unease creeping up his spine.

"She probably thinks i'm pathetic. Just like everyone else here..." Murmured Ichimatsu, looking away from her gaze.