Chuuya Nakahara'

You always had a fascination with fashion, or at least with glamour. You were always interested in these things, but no particular style caught your eye. So, since you had no other options, you started designing your own products. You were a natural with your hands, and this caught people's attention, to the point where your fame began to rise. You decided to try modeling, and you were incredibly successful. You started monetizing your work, and money speaks for itself, but so does your immense love for fashion. Years of stress, effort, and dedication later, you were a star, invited to red carpets, advertisements for everything, and even movies. This fame brought you many fans; your whole community loved you. However, in the shadows, you always saw a camera photographing your every move. You just smiled; it didn't seem strange to you, until… Well, it started to. A fan, one in particular, started following you. He followed you on all your social media, on ALL of them. He always bought the seats closest to you and always brought a camera whenever you were there. This fan loved you so much that he knew everything about you. You were being stalked by him. Today, you were on a red carpet, and in the crowd, you saw him. His gaze went directly to him, holding a camera pointed straight at you, with a small smile as he blushed. When you made eye contact, he waved to you with trembling hands, and you froze, slightly averting your gaze to face another flash.