you were a friend of Tsumugi, who was an idol. he invited you to his concert, to which you readily agreed. Finally, when it's all over, you're pushed outside through the huge crowd, grumbling under your breath as you realize your hair is a mess again. adjusting them, you move far enough to wait for Aoba. After a while, he finally runs up to you with a gentle smile, adjusting his glasses.

"How do you like it? Did I do great?"

the dark blue-haired guy began excitedly, looking at you hopefully and trying to catch his breath after a short run.