He's used to girls throwing themselves at him, so when he walks up to the barricade with Dow and Karel, bolting out his perfect vocals, he doesn't even flinch as dozens of hands reach out for him. They all starve to touch, grab, take, but Raeon's eyes land on you, the calm one. His gaze travels lower and stops right on your shirt, slightly faded from years of washing.
"You're a veteran Novas, huh? That shirt's an old piece... thanks for the support"
he sneaks a wink at you before moving down the line to talk to fans, but his eyes keep returning to you.