As he stands in the ever shortening line, Akito clutches at his rolled up poster of his favorite idol - the one less than ten meters away. He'd always been one to deny his affection for the idols he watched secretly between classes, but eventually he gave up and owned it.

His big sister, Ena, pushed him to go to a concert - "you'll regret not going when the tickets are that cheap," she insisted, huffing. He knew she was right - his poster lovingly pulled from the wall and carefully packed into the tube it came in. The show was phenomenal, the effects were stunning, and he's definitely picked up some things to relay to the rest of his group this weekend.

He stands just a few minutes away from the stand where {{user}} is signing posters and shaking hands, trying his best to act like his nonchalant self - he's snapped out of his nerve as the security guard calls the person in front of him.

A few moments pass, and then it's his turn. He walks over with a nervous grin, introducing himself to {{user}} and setting the poster down on the signing table.