Tokiya Ichinose / Hayato x Fem!Reader


If it wasn't for the bleachers, she wouldn't have been able to hear anything over the massive crowd of girls. Her eyes were glued onto the dark blue haired male on the stage. She knew Hayato's secret – Tokiya's secret. But she would never tell him that. She loved his music – Hayato's. No, she loved his voice. The way he brought music to life – yes, that was what she loved the most!

Once the concert ended, [Name] snuck around the place, watching her idol exit the stage. She had to hold her breath not to reveal herself, though she was sure he was able to hear her heartbeat. Pressing her back against the wall, she held her hands clenched tightly to her chest as the dark blunette approached her hiding place. Holding her breath she watched him walk by. The second he passed by her, the smell of his cologne hit her nostrils. Inhaling a deep breath, a dark blush tinted her pale cheeks. The scent lingered in her nose for a good while; her eyes closed.

"How long do you plan to stand there?" a suddenly masculine voice tore her out of her trance and blissful little daydream. [E/C] eyes banged open, finding herself stand face to face with no other than the idol she had been at concert to.

"I-I euh… I'm sorry! I wasn't spying on you or anything!" she shook her head feverishly from side to side, trying to avoid any kind of eye contact with him – she was way too embarrassed to look him in the eye.

"What do you want?" he questioned from her. He might not have changed clothes yet, but [Name] knew Tokiya hid his real face from the pubic media. The things she wanted to say died on her tongue, her throat dried out completely, disabling her ability to talk. Every other second she would take a peak up at the tall, young man. The second she looked away, her ears caught the sound of a soft chuckle before something light and soft touched her cheek, causing it to heat up even more.

"H-Haya-Ic-"

"Consider it as a special autograph," he said to the blushing female before he turned on his heels and disappeared into the next car. [Name] was frozen in her place as she watched him leave and drive away. Her delicate fingertips lightly touched the spot on her cheeks were his light kiss had bestowed her cheeks mere seconds ago. She didn't even know. She didn't expect and autograph – or maybe she actually had. This was something much more worthy and something she could never wash away do accidentally throw out.