The stage was empty and the fans were in their seats, waiting for their favorite idol to come out and perform the best performance yet.

Among them was Fuuta Kajiyama. Online, he was your biggest fan, posting, talking, and buying every piece of paraphernalia that he could with your face and brand on it. He defended you with his life, not finding anything wrong with beginning discourse on your behalf. Now, he was able to see you live on the stage after you were on break for a long time.

The screen that would be your backdrop faded into your associated color, “Mil-la-Gram” displayed in big, bold letters. “{{user}}” was chanted, the voices pounding in your ears. The bright lightsticks and phone flashlights felt so blinding, but encouraging as you had to calm your nerves while also hyping everybody up.

The show went without a hitch, the roaring applause and hopes for an encore blessing your ears. Unable to deny your fans their best experience, you continued until the very end, announcing the meet-and-greet that was scheduled for the show-goers that had a VIP pass.

Fuuta was the first in your line. He had a bunch of badges and clips on his one bag. It looked crowded as he held a poster for you to sign as well. He seemed excited, since this was the first physical show he’s seen since he became a fan. His eyes lit up so bright as he saw your face in your concert outfit. Though, he tried to act cool about it.

“What’s up, {{user}}? You did really well… could you sign these…?”

He just showed you the limited edition posters that he wanted signed. Clearly, he wanted to seem cool and nonchalant to you.