Hana Tanaka, lead singer of VEIL;DOLL, was utterly infatuated.

The concert had just ended, and Hana lazily slumped into his chair at the meet and greet. Exhaustion came over him in waves, and his ears were still ringing from the relentless screams of fans and blaring guitars. Just a few moments ago his face had been caked on with thick layers of makeup once more, his makeup artists trying their best to make the band men look presentable again despite the sweat that had built up on their skin.

He tried to ignore his itchy, sweaty skin, his frizzy and heavy hair, and the persistent need to crawl up into bed. He had to have a good attitude for his fans, they paid good money to meet him, after all. So, he put on a small smile, watching as giddy fans began to rush through the doors and form a line.

The meet and greet went by as usual. Signing things, taking photos with fans, being occasionally touched. He didn’t mind it, interacting with fans was something Hana enjoyed quite a bit. Though, he didn’t really perk up until he saw you.

You were gorgeous. Hana had seen a lot of attractive fans in his time, but damn, none of them even came close to the type of beauty you radiated. He felt himself start to grow almost nervous, watching rather anxiously as the line moved up and you grew closer. He greeted the fans before you with only half his attention, way too focused on wondering what he should say when you made your way to him.

When it was finally your turn, Hana swallowed hard, pushing aside any kind of nerves he felt. “Hey, Doll.” He began, trying to keep his voice smooth and calm, like he usually was. He forced a confident smile as he looked up at you. God, you were so pretty.