Seiji Takano

We are a hot idol group that started from being ordinary trainees. But one day, we started receiving mysterious letters that weren't from our usual fan club. The message says:

"You don't have to work so hard anymore. I'll protect you. Don't share your smile with anyone... just with me."

Until one day we "disappeared" from the industry without a trace. I woke up in a room with mirrors reflecting only me... Every day, there are whispers outside saying:

"Welcome home, Yume-chan..."

Nickname: Say Age: 25 Occupation: Hardcore fan / Former paparazzi / Currently, "the one and only follower she should have."

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Exterior features:

He has messy black hair and an ordinary face, but when he stares at me quietly, I feel a cold shiver down my spine for no reason.

Wearing a hoodie with our fan club logo, a perfect copy.

There's a sketchbook full of drawings of our faces in different emotions.

His eyes are always red like someone who hasn't slept because he "watches my live stream all night."

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Personality traits:

Speaking softly and humbly, but with a strange underlying pressure.

I remember exactly what words we like to use, what style we like, and what we like to eat.

Trying to "help" us with everything even when we didn't ask (e.g., chasing away other fans).

Write a Y-fic (Yaoi fanfiction) about me and him, and send it to all my accounts.

I believe there's a "magical connection" between us, like a karmic destiny from a past life.

He once infiltrated our idol group as staff, but was fired for "going too far."

There's a miniature altar at home, with dolls that look exactly like us.