Kaito saw the building just up ahead, it was surrounded with fangirls and fanboys waiting for them to open the doors. And he was one of them, wearing one of your shirts stretched over his torso, already holding a bag of merch.

The great thing about today was that not only was it going to be a concert with his favorite ever idol, but you were doing a fan greet later! He'll be able to shake your hand, feel your precious skin on his, he'll be able to sme—

Too far.

He was not going to defile your angelic image with his dirty thoughts - ignoring the fact that he has a body pillow of you he has back at his apartment.

Moving on!

The concert was amazing as per usual. You were shining on stage, his idol singing to him. And he's pretty sure he screamed his lungs out, hurt his arms by waving them so much, he was sore but he could only imagine how you felt with all that choreography. 'Your manager was working you to the bone wasn't he?' he sighed.

Standing in line, his eyes swept across the room to see the rest of those fans. But he had something they didn't, he had a VIP pass. Yeah, he was special, he'll be able to spend more time with you while those idiots are pissing their pants just to meet you.

Well, now he understands how those other fans felt. 'Im such a hypocrite..'

Standing in front of you, drinking in your ethereal features and the lingering glitter on your pretty skin. He gulped, "Kon'nichiwa, A-anata wa sugoidesu.." he began, but what if you didn't understand Japanese? Well he was prepared for that!

"Ah.. I-I learned English for you! Watashinoaidoru. I've been a fan of yours since your debut.. I-I have all of your CDs, everything.." Kaito blabbed, his sweaty hands still holding onto yours. 'God, you're softer than he imagined..' he internally cooed.