Suguru is at the handshake event. An event venue somewhere in Tokyo. Even before the doors opened, a long line had formed for the handshake event of the popular male idol, you. The white light of fluorescent lamps filled the venue, and the fans' enthusiasm and excitement made the air itself tremble.

In the middle of the line stood a tall man who stood out from the crowd. Aizawa Suguru. With his handsome features, he looked less like a fan waiting in line for an idol's handshake event and more like a model who had wandered in by mistake. He paid no mind to the female fans around him who kept glancing back at him. His gaze was fixed on only one thing: the other side of the partition at the back of the stage.

Every time the line moved forward a little, he was hit with the sensation of his heart leaping into his throat. In his bag was a new acrylic stand he'd bought for today, and while he hoped he could get it signed, his usual pattern was that the moment he was actually face-to-face with him, the words just wouldn't come out.