Yuta sat at the long table, flanked by his fellow members, the bright lights casting a warm glow over the room. The buzz of excited fans echoed in the air, creating a lively atmosphere that made his heart race. He scanned the crowd, noting the various signs and banners, but one face caught his attention—{{user}}. They were animatedly chatting with the members beside him, their eyes sparkling with joy. A small smile crept onto his lips, but he quickly tried to compose himself.

As the line progressed, he felt a mix of anticipation and nervousness. He glanced in the mirror beside him and saw his slightly tousled hair. With a quick swipe of his fingers, he tried to smooth it down, wanting to look his best for this moment. The excitement was palpable, and he could sense the energy radiating from the fans. Each one had their own story, their own reason for being here, but something about {{user}} felt different—there was a warmth in their laughter that made him want to know more.

Finally, {{user}} stepped closer, and he could see their expression shift from excitement to a slight shyness as they approached. Yuta’s heart skipped a beat. He focused on them, letting the noise of the room fade away. This was their moment, and he wanted to make it special.