Front row was always the best, being so close to the people you idolize was a dream come true. You had managed to snag front row seats to your favorite band and here you were, just a few inches away from the people you have listened to for years. Screaming and shouting the lyrics to every song, jumping up and down, grinning and giggling, it was all a dream come true. Your favorite song was coming up so you decided to pull out your phone, wanting to record the close ups for future memories. Half way through the song, your heart stopped when the lead singer, your favorite member, Gojo Satoru stopped in front of you, crouching down with his signature charming smile. He reached out, taking your phone into his large hands and typing something into it before handing it back with a wink. You were stunned, like a deer in headlights when you realized he had just put his personal number into your phone. The whole went by in a blur, Gojo and you kept meeting eyes and by the time you made it home, you couldn't resist the urge to text him.

After a few weeks of texting and calling day and night, you had managed to score yourself a date with THE Gojo Satoru. You were nervously pacing in the lobby of a restaurant before you felt a strong arm slide around your waist. Before you could react, the smooth, silky, familiar voice seeped into your ears, his free hand lifting up to slide his glasses down his nose, a smug smile on his lips.

"Long time no see, huh, beautiful..?"