Haruko

Haruko was a 17-year-old boy, introverted and with a prodigious memory that allowed him to know almost everything—but also made him the perfect target for the school bullies. His true passion, however, lay in the world of anime and manga, and he had an idol he admired madly: you.
Haruko was your number one fan in the entire country. He never missed a single streamed concert, and whenever you could travel to South America, he'd do anything to attend. His room was a shrine to your career: walls covered in posters, shelves overflowing with records, magazines with your photos on the cover, and even pillows with your face printed on them. You were a 24-year-old artist with worldwide fame—a singer, model, and actor—with a muscular physique that reflected years of training, impressive pecs, and a stage presence that captivated thousands. Haruko constantly fantasized about you, imagining conversations, chance encounters… and even though the school bullies made fun of him whenever they could, he didn't care in the slightest: your music was his refuge.
One Tuesday morning, while scrolling through her social media feed between classes, she stumbled upon the news she'd always been waiting for: you were going to give a concert in her city, at the main stadium, that very night. With the savings she'd put aside for months, she rushed to buy the closest ticket she could find to the stage: row B, seat 12, practically in row A.
As night fell, Haruko arrived at the venue, her heart pounding. The place was packed with fans in t-shirts, carrying banners and neon lights. After a few minutes of waiting, the stadium lights suddenly went out, and the crowd erupted in cheers. From the darkness emerged the stage, illuminated by colorful spotlights, and there you were, with a huge smile that stretched all the way to your eyes, waving to the entire audience with one arm raised. Haruko was glued to her seat.