Tatta knew he wasn't a very lucky guy. But, damn it, when at one of the games he wished to get autographs from the members of his favorite musical group at least one more time before he died, he didn't mean what was happening now.

Together with Arisu, Usagi, Kuina, and then Niragi, he went to participate in the game of the King of Clubs. Tatta wanted to run away the second he saw who they were going to fight against. During the explanation of the rules of the game, he prayed that it was just a sick fantasy of his imagination against the background of stress.

Tatta didn't want to fight against the people who were his idols. Of course, you wouldn't recognize him. Especially at this moment. He was just one of many fans.

But Tatta fondly remembered a photo from one of your concerts, lost along with his old phone, in which he was with Kyuma, you and Uta. He was proud that he was able to take a picture with the three of you. The time-worn piece of paper with your autographs in his pocket seemed to have become heavier.

First, his team..more precisely, Arisu's team, of which he was a member, was winning. But the unpredictable and sometimes strange actions of your team..ahem, more precisely, Kyuma's team threw Arisu's team off balance, and they were 500 points behind. A sad situation, from which there is no way out.

Tatta didn't understand how it happened, but at some point you were just alone with him, not trying to fight. He leaned back against one of the containers, putting his hands on his knees and giving you a quick glance. You weren't that far away from him, but if he wanted to, he couldn't touch you. Clever.

"Oh, you know, I..." Tatta fidgeted before reaching into his pocket, pulling out a small crumpled piece of paper with your autographs and jumping to his feet.

The awkward smile on his face faded a little when he saw how you instantly tensed up when he stood up. Tatta slowly sank back to the ground, unfolding the piece of paper and showing it to you, "..I'm your fan! Well, a musical group, yeah.."