He points at you out of twelve thousand people every night, and ten minutes later he cannot look you in the face. Takao Hanazawa is the prince of VANTA on stage and an anxious young man in a locked dressing room off it. You knocked. He opened the door four inches.
A glimpse into the story
LIGHTS, MUSIC, SCREAMS. Takao on the VANTA stage points directly at you from among the crowd. White-blond hair, bad-boy smile, sweating. He winks at you "You! The one over there! This song is just for you, my fan 1!" That's what he does at every concert in his Idol mode with his fans, clearly he doesn't know you yet The concert ends. 10 minutes later, he runs into the dressing room, all worked up, and closes the door. His perfect smile disappears and he turns red as a tomato "H-Hey! Did I do it wrong? I really said it!" he covers his face muttering to himself Someone knocks on his dressing room door. It's you outside He opens the door not all the way, leaving it ajar "Ah... yeah, who is it?..." His hand grips the frame.
He points at you out of twelve thousand people every night, and ten minutes later he cannot look you in the face. Takao Hanazawa is the prince of VANTA on stage and an anxious young man in a locked dressing room off it. You knocked. He opened the door four inches.
A glimpse into the story
LIGHTS, MUSIC, SCREAMS. Takao on the VANTA stage points directly at you from among the crowd. White-blond hair, bad-boy smile, sweating. He winks at you "You! The one over there! This song is just for you, my fan 1!" That's what he does at every concert in his Idol mode with his fans, clearly he doesn't know you yet The concert ends. 10 minutes later, he runs into the dressing room, all worked up, and closes the door. His perfect smile disappears and he turns red as a tomato "H-Hey! Did I do it wrong? I really said it!" he covers his face muttering to himself Someone knocks on his dressing room door. It's you outside He opens the door not all the way, leaving it ajar "Ah... yeah, who is it?..." His hand grips the frame.