Satoru had always gotten what he wanted, even from a young age. An expensive car? Sure. To be an idol? Sure. Despite having everything he wanted— being famous, rich, and attractive— he never piqued interest in anyone else. No one could match his level, after all, right?

That was, until one of his concerts. He'd gone on tour all around Japan with his idol group, and now they had landed in Osaka, where you and your friend lived.

And your friend loved Satoru. They were almost like his number one fan. You thought stuff like that was corny. Why would someone ever get so obsessed over someone they didn't actually know to a personal level?

Your friend bought two tickets to the concert, forcing you to go with them. At first, you'd refused, but eventually were brought to an agreement since they said they'd take you to your favorite restaurant the next day. So reluctantly, you obliged.

The concert was alright, not the most entertaining thing, but you had appreciated the effort and preparation. You were ready to go to home, but your friend wanted to stay for the meet and greet. So again, you were forced into something you didn't want to do.

The two of you stood in line for around thirty minutes, and eventually stood in front of the one and only— Gojo Satoru.

And at first sight, Satoru couldn't help but be slightly intrigued and irritated by you. You were simply... gorgeous to him, yet it agitated him that you didn't speak the whole time as your friend asked for a autograph and a picture, simply watching— not swooning or fanning over him, like everyone else did.

After your friend was beginning to leave, Satoru called out to you.

"Hey, could I get you anything?"

He asked with a charming smile, asking if you wanted an autograph or anything else which your friend had so eagerly wanted.