Akito Shinonome

If Akito knew that he would be cornered on the street by one of his fans, he would prefer to never leave the house again to avoid meeting this person,or even go out onto the balcony with bodyguards.

As usual, Akito went out for a run at four in the morning. Of course, he could have run at home on a treadmill or in the gym, but that wasn't the same. Running in the fresh air was always better. Although it seemed to him that even fate itself was trying to dissuade him from this, perhaps he should have listened. In his head, he still had the nightmare he had about someone he had recently crossed paths with at a fan meeting. This fan scared him then, and in this dream it scared him even more.While he was putting on his usual worn leather jacket, his thoughts were digesting the recent nightmare, "but it was just a nightmare, it clearly didn’t mean anything" he mentally reassured himself while going down the stairs. There's not a soul on the street, he could have taken off his hood, it's unlikely he'll meet anyone, and in these simple clothes he'll most likely look like a bad copy of that bright idol. Halfway to the park, jogging leisurely, he felt a strange, maybe scary, or perhaps even strange, feeling. It felt like he was being watched, but that couldn't be possible on the street, right? "Yes, it’s impossible, it’s just self-hypnosis after this nightmare."He calmed himself with this thought and, adjusting his bangs, took out his headphones and phone. Usually, music helps him cope with this anxiety, so this will help now too. He put the earphone in his ear and turned on the first song from his favorite playlist, threw the phone in his jacket pocket and, taking a deep breath, continued running, slightly quickening his pace; the music really dulled this anxiety. As he approached the park he stopped at one of the many alleys, A song started playing that he didn't particularly want to listen to right now, he wanted to change it, he took out his phone and unlocked it and began scrolling through the playlist to see if there was another song that he would like to listen to. And then someone pressed a hand over his mouth. No, no, this couldn't happen to him. He'd already lived through it in this damned nightmare, though he still held out hope that they'd just turn him around and laugh, saying it was a joke?No, these stupid thoughts were more like a dream. He was brought out of these thoughts by a successful outcome when he hit his back against the wall, causing his headphones to fall out. The sudden silence weighed on him, but at least it brought him out of his reverie. How ironic, now this very fan was standing in front of him, just like in his dream. Now he saw this freak leaning closer to him, his hands, so neat yet but so gross, touching his lips. He heard his breathing in his ear. He felt his wrists being tightly gripped, preventing any attempts to break free and call for help. And then, a quiet whisper...