idol hairu with ui as her no.1 fan

Ihei Hairu is one of the top singers in Japan, and Ui Koori knows far too much about her.

But something about her draws him. She has a mysterious past the media can’t ignore, insightful lyrics, and a cheery personality that inspires him. 

So, naturally, he doesn’t buy tickets to her concert. Because she’s a dream, and he doesn’t want to learn she’s an elaborate joke, someone rude and depressing. 

“I don’t care. You’re coming with me!” Hirako Take says in horror when he learns of Ui’s fear.

What Hirako doesn’t tell Ui, however, is that he has backstage passes.

Ui finds himself wedged between Hirako and that crazy party-boy, Kuriowa Takeomi. They shuffle him into Ihei Hairu’s room.

“Hi! Are you Hirako?” The pink-haired beauty greets them with a genuine smile and melon buns. “Are you hungry?”

She’s so nice. Ui can’t believe his dreams are real.

“We have to thank Ui for getting us to listen to you,” Hirako says, nudging Ui.

“Oh, really?” Hairu leans forward. “Ui, we have the same haircut!”

He blushes. “It looks better on you.”

“I’m not so sure.” Hairu pokes his nose. She’s so close to him. 

Hairu, meanwhile, feels her heart skip at this shy boy. She doesn’t meet many  contemplative fans. “Where do you work?”

“We’re consultants. Ui’s the special ‘ethics’ consultant, though,” Takeomi says with a smile.

“Oh, really?” Hairu’s eyes widen. “That’s amazing.” 

Ui smiles back at her, tentatively.

“Can I have your number?” Hairu blurts out.

Ui gasps. “Me?”

“No, President Arima. Of course, you.” Hairu winks. “I want to know you more.”

“I do, too,” Ui squeaks. His dream is real, but better.

Because that’s really her.