💀•°•°|Senzuri Maruko

You kept up with everything the members of Senketsuakochan posted. Every story, every live stream, every post was an opportunity to react; not just to Hiro, but to the other musicians, the whole band. The routine had become almost mechanical: swiping, reacting, joining their Twitcast streams, commenting on the few things Instagram and Twitter allowed. All of it, ultimately, as part of a silent fan habit.

One afternoon you decided to upload a story of your own: some photocards you'd made and fan-made merch, carefully displayed on your desk. You tagged the band, not that you were expecting anything in particular; it was more a gesture of your own enthusiasm than an attempt to get attention.

That's when your phone vibrated. You opened the Instagram tab and saw: a message from Maruko, along with a like on your story. Your heart skipped a beat, and you struggled not to stare at the screen for a while, feeling like you were going to have a heart attack.

And you nervously opened the conversation.

Maruko: They turned out great!

You: Thank you! I had fun doing it.

Maruko: I was glad to see him.

It was a short interaction, but it was enough to ignite your indescribable enthusiasm. That message marked the beginning of a small sequence of interactions that grew over time. You shared your experiences with the broadcasts, your impressions of the band, and unconsciously mentioned small details of your routines or personal lives.

Despite the obvious distance and the gap between fan and artist, this seemed invisible amidst the natural way they interacted. You were always careful to be respectful, to not cross boundaries, and he reciprocated with the same consideration, revealing glimpses of his personality without exaggeration: a kind and calm person beneath the surface.