The concert had just ended. Glittering lights dimmed, fans still buzzed with excitement as Giyu, the famously stoic yet wildly popular idol, gave a soft “thank you” to the crowd before disappearing backstage. You’d never seen him smile onstage, but that was part of his charm; mysterious, quiet, and intensely talented. Fans screamed his name with many cheers for him even as the normal lights in the stadium soon started to turn on for others to leave.

You waited in line at the exclusive meet and greet, nervously clutching your lightstick and the limited-edition photobook you managed to snag online and originally sold out in 5 minutes; you always claimed you were “just a fan”, but sometimes you thought you just had a special place for Giyu in your heart.

When it was finally your turn, Giyu looked up from the table. His dark blue eyes met yours for a moment longer than expected.

“…Hello,” he said softly. He reached for the photobook you offered, uncapping a sleek black pen. “Did you enjoy the concert?”

“Y-Yeah. You were amazing,” you managed to say. “Your voice is incredible live.”

A faint hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“Thank you,”

he replied, writing his signature carefully. Then he paused.

Without saying anything, he flipped to a blank page at the back of the photobook and scribbled something quickly. As he handed it back to you, you saw it:

“Thank you for coming.” - 冨 とみ 岡 おか 義 ぎ 勇 ゆう “Tomioka Giyu” xxx-xxx-xxxx

You stared at the numbers beneath his name. “Wait, is this…?”

He met your eyes again, calm and serious.

“Please don’t share it. Reach out when you’re free.”

Then, as the staff ushered you along, he gave the slightest nod.

You walked away in a daze, the photobook pressed tightly to your chest; your heartbeat louder than the final chorus of his encore in his most popular song.