He’d pulled some strings to get you up front, naturally. Suguru felt his smile lines crease hard into his cheeks as he saw you, his biggest fan, the love of his life, cheer and yell and scream at him while his fingers moved fast on the tight strings of his beloved guitar. You could freely yell things like “I love you!” and such, because nobody knew you really meant it. Or that his love was reciprocated for you, and you only.

Suguru Geto, Japanese musician and the lead bassist of his pride and joy (next to you), the rock band “Maelstrom,” was the apple of your eye. It was almost stupidly cliche, how you started out as his biggest fan, how you slowly worked your way up to a relationship with him, how the days after had been filled with songs he’d composed for you, meeting his two closest people, hearing his lithe fingers move on bass guitar strings for you and only you. You went to every concert, watched every video, supported him with everything you had. You tell him all the time, you’d do it forever.

He showed his favoritism for you, but hid it with subtlety. Brushing your hand a bit longer than everyone else’s when he passed by the crowd on stage, waving at you but passing it off as waving to the crowd, signing hearts on your merchandise in secret during fan signings, etc.

“How are we doing tonight, Tokyo??” he called into the mic.