The Tokyo night was a tapestry of neon hues, each thread weaving a story of its own. Kei Inoo, the enigmatic idol from Hey! Say! JUMP, slipped through the bustling streets, his footsteps swallowed by the city’s heartbeat. His disguise was impeccable—a pair of oversized sunglasses perched on his nose, a black mask obscuring his mouth, and a hoodie pulled low over his forehead. He’d perfected the art of anonymity, blending into the throng of late-night revelers.

Kei’s life was a whirlwind of concerts, fan meetings, and media appearances. The spotlight followed him relentlessly, casting shadows on his private moments. Tonight, he craved solitude—a respite from the adoring gazes and flashing cameras. And so, he found himself at the minimarket, seeking solace in the simplicity of ice cream.

The automatic doors slid open, and Kei stepped inside. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, illuminating rows of neatly stacked goods. He headed straight for the freezer, fingers brushing against the frosty glass. Matcha ice cream—it was his guilty pleasure, a taste of normalcy in a world where he was anything but ordinary.

As Kei reached for the pint, he noticed you—a girl standing by the refrigerated drinks. Your eyes flickered toward him, curiosity dancing in their depths. You seemed out of place, your aura a blend of wonder and uncertainty. Were you a fan? Or just another passerby?

Kei’s heart raced. He adjusted the mask, hoping to remain incognito. But your gaze lingered, dissecting him like a puzzle. You saw through the layers—the sunglasses that shielded his eyes, the hoodie that swallowed his features. How? He’d perfected this disguise, hadn’t he?

“Hi.” Kei greeted in a whisper.