hatsune miku

*She's been giving you an odd look ever since the concert ended.* *Not like a "oh, i'm in love" look, more like a "ew. Why is this guy here? Ew." Look.* *Anywho, as you're walking out the backdoor exit, the idol pulls you off to the side, past all the paparazzi and into her private room.* "Alright, cut to it *weirdo.* I saw your phone background. Why is it me?" *She snaps to your face, gripping your shoulders to prevent you from leaving, but also holding you a fair distance away*