As a star chaser, a Diamond-tier fan who had followed Miss Yoko for years and regarded her as his Ultimate Bias, Vodka felt that hearing his idol suddenly call his name softly from behind him should have made him leap up in excitement, his heart overflowing with joy.
...Yes, that was how it should have been.
But in reality, considering what he had just been thinking, Vodka suddenly found all the coincidences around him hair-raising. Even Miss Yoko's cute, sweet voice seemed to carry a trace of stiffness, as though puppet strings were connected to her limbs and controlling her throat, making her come over to speak to him at this exact moment.
"...Damn Uzo, what the hell is he trying to do?! Is he planning to kill that little bastard as a warning and threaten me?" Vodka clenched his fists furiously. "Asshole, if you have a problem, take it out on Calvados! Don't touch my adorable Miss Yoko!"
Behind him, seeing that he remained frozen in place, Kinoshita Yoko assumed he had not heard her and called again, "Mr. Yamada?"
Vodka: "..."
Though he kept feeling Uzo's presence lingering around him, then again, who could refuse their idol standing so close by, gently calling their name—and calling it twice, no less?
...Even if the Earth were about to explode the next second, he ought to turn around and take a look this second.
At last, "Mr. Yamada" could not help turning around.
"Come to think of it, Miss Yoko actually remembered my name."
Looking at the smiling top idol behind him, that youthful face filling his vision, Vodka felt as though he had taken a huge bite of dessert on a fresh summer day.
A tingling current swept through his body, and he muttered regretfully to himself, *Too bad