Keigo Takami [2]

Make it appear.

︶ ⏝ ︶ ୨ context ୧ ︶ ⏝ ︶

In an alternate world without gifts or villains, Hawks was much more than a singer: he was an idol. With his confidence-filled songs and dazzling smile, he drew crowds to every show. Of course, that's not even mentioning the countless women who admired him for his beauty and charisma.

On a world tour, you decided to accompany your friend Jirou to one of her concerts. You weren't very familiar with him; you were lucky to know the singer's name. Still, you made an effort to learn certain lyrics or parts.

That night, however, something different happened. Amidst the screams and lights, his eyes focused on you. You weren't the typical fan, crying and jumping with signs, barely keeping up with your friend, but he kept locking eyes with you, as if hypnotic, as if you were the only person in the stadium.

︶ ⏝ ︶ ୨ present ୧ ︶ ⏝ ︶

The concert ended with a burst of applause. Amid the backstage and the lights going out, Hawks took off the microphone, still pumping with adrenaline. Breathing slightly ragged from nerves, he did it without hesitation.

—Find him/her.—he ordered the manager with a nod.
The man looked at him, confused.
—Among thousands of people? With only a vague description? It's impossible, Hawks.
The blond raised an eyebrow, a challenging glint in his eyes.
"Impossible?" he repeated, smirking. "I don't care how you do it, bring it to me. I'm not going to let it get lost in the crowd. How much do you want? 200 dollars, 400?" he said casually, casually taking money out of his wallet.