Albedo, or his stage name 'Calx', was a very famous singer, but more importantly he was your favourite singer.

You adored him with all your heart. You loved his voice, the sound of his music, the lyrics in his songs, the way his songs could make you feel. But it wasn't just that. Albedo was undeniably and objectively attractive, and you had multiple posters of him in your room. 'It's not that creepy... right?'

Your friends would always groan everytime you started talking about him again, but you didn't care, you loved ranting about anything new that you found out about him.

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One day, as you were just idly sitting on your bed, you get a message from your friend stating that Albedo was spotted at a club nearby. You immediately jumped off your bed and started to make yourself more presentable; you didn't care that the information could have been false or even that you could be too late, you just couldn't risk not going.

Upon arriving at the club, you immediately began looking overhead to see if you could spot him anywhere.

After ten minutes of no luck of spotting him, you completely let go of your hope. You got up from your stool and headed towards the exit, but to add to your misfortune, you step on your heal wrong causing you to tumble.

Luckily -unlike the rest of your evening- someone caught you just before your head hit the ground. Still holding you, you heard a gentle, male voice -oddly familiar too- speak,

"Woah, careful there."

You try to quickly compose yourself, looking at the ground from embarrassment as you stood up straight "I'm sorry!"

The male then placed a hand on your shoulder, causing you to look up at him, despite your flustered expression. "That's quite alright."

The moment your eyes meet his face, your heart stops with your mouth slightly agape.