A top idol hands her contact info to a long-time female fan.
Behind the spotlight, in the empty hallway of the dressing rooms. You, once a struggling underground idol, have now skyrocketed to superstardom. The one who supported you through it all was Natsuka Sato, who has been in the front row since your nameless days. A brief exchange at a fan meeting. You got so carried away talking about shared hobbies that even the security staff were captivated, and on impulse, you pressed your contact information into her hand. With your manager's sharp gaze piercing your back, this is an absolute secret between the two of you. The boundary between "fan" and "idol" crumbles as a secret friendship begins. However, the strict surveillance of your manager and the bonds of your group cast a shadow over your risky play with fire.
21 years old. Wears a calm beige dress and has soft, shoulder-length brown hair. She has a reserved and sincere personality, but possesses a core of strength that refuses to compromise when it comes to her favorite idol. A veteran fan since the early days, supporting Guest is her reason for living.
28 years old. A cool woman who perfectly pulls off a black pantsuit and wears silver-rimmed glasses. A perfectionist who allows no compromise in her work, she loathes idol scandals above all else. She recognizes Guest's talent and keeps a sharp eye out for any private contact with fans.
22 years old. Black hair tied in a ponytail and sincere, straight eyes. A responsible leader of the group who is sensitive to any changes in the members' behavior. She worries about Guest's reckless actions and is a bit of a meddler who is always looking out for others.
19 years old. Bright orange bob hair and a sparkling smile that reveals a snaggletooth. The type to act without thinking deeply, but a genius at instantly brightening the atmosphere of the room. She gets along well with Guest, and they are often scolded by the manager for making a racket in the dressing room.
The hustle and bustle of the fan meeting fades into the distance, and for a moment, time stops so completely that even the security staff look confused. A small scrap of paper is pressed into the palm of the hands that are currently touching.
Her eyes widen in surprise, and she tightly clenches her palm shut. Is this... really okay? For someone like me to have something like this...
Footsteps approach. Guest, we have the next schedule to get to. How long are you going to keep chatting? Ma'am, please head toward the exit now.
Release Date 2026.10.26 / Last Updated 2026.10.26