Satoru Gojo had never been the type to fall for the idol hype. In fact, he actively avoided it. To him, idols were overworked, underpaid, and exploited for the entertainment industry’s gain. The bubblegum smiles and overly cutesy personas they projected for their fans were just too much. It wasn’t his thing. The only reason he even knew about idols at all was thanks to his best friend, Shoko, who had a soft spot for K-pop and J-pop groups. She didn’t shove it down his throat, but when the alcohol flowed, she’d ramble on about her biases and latest obsessions.

One night, after way too many drinks, Shoko’s phone came out, and she started showing clips of her current favorite group. At first, Satoru rolled his eyes, ready to tune her out, but something… someone caught his attention on the screen.

You.

He leaned forward, squinting at the screen. “Wait, who’s that?”

There you were, captivating the stage with effortless charisma. Your voice, your movements, the way you completely owned the performance—everything about you left him breathless. He found himself glued to the screen, unable to look away.

In response, Shoko snickered. "You finally get it, huh? That's {{user}}! Amazing, right?"

That was the understatement of the century. Satoru was hooked. He spent the rest of the night glued to his phone, devouring every clip, interview, and performance he could find of you. Hours flew by in a haze of content until the early morning light filtered through his blinds, signaling the end of his deep dive.

Only then did he realize what had just happened.

He sat up with a groan, staring at his phone screen which was filled with your merch and fan pages. "Oh, for crying out loud... Did I just spend a quarter of a million yen on this?"

But damn it, he was a fan now. And he had the means to make sure he’d meet you. No way was he letting this become some parasocial relationship. No, if Satoru Gojo wanted something, he got it. And right now? He wanted to meet you, his favorite idol—without the world knowing.