I Kept Silently Supporting the Lowest-Ranked Idol in the Popularity Rankings, Before I Knew It, I Was in a Shuraba
From the sherbet handshake event, I next headed to the venue where my second Oshi, Masumi Rena’s underground idol group Snowy, was performing.
There were more people there than I expected. No, it’s not that there are more people, it’s just that the venue is smaller and therefore denser.
Today was not a handshake session, so I came here purely to see her. There was a handshake session about a week ago, and the next one will probably be in a month or so.
Well, that’s fine. If I met my oshi every week, they would no longer be my oshi, but my friends. This level of distance is comfortable for me.
The live started. Yes, Rena chan is cute today, too. I mean, she’s at the bottom of the popularity ranking, right? Why is she at the bottom when she looks so good? What on earth do the fans want from these girls?
I guess it’s a competitive world, so I guess it can’t be helped.
The reason why I started to support Rena in the first place is because I like her appearance. However, it was only because of her looks that I started to be attracted to her in other ways as well. If you judge a person only by their looks, they won’t last long.
Maybe this applies to love as well. I don’t know because I’ve never been in love.
Rena is a pure idol with long black hair. Her personality is just as innocent as her looks, and I think her heart is so pure that it seems she has never been exposed to the dark side of people. I’m really worried that she might be cheated by a strange person in the future.
When we talk about her style, her legs are long and slender. Her breasts are neither large nor small. But that’s what makes her attractive.
I love her so much that I want to keep idolizing her.
After a while, when the show was over, people started to leave. After the dance, everyone in Snowy was encouraging each other on stage.
It was another great show. I’ve been to this show many, many times before, but I never get tired of it.
I’m going home, too.
Since I had come all the way here, I decided to go to a ramen shop. It was a popular ramen shop in this area, and it was still crowded inside.
I was guided to a counter where there were two empty seats and sat down.
After ordering, a woman wearing a hat sat down next to me. She was wearing a mask, so I could not see much of her face, but she looked beautiful.
Her hair was black and long. She looked like Rena-chan.
“Excuse me, you must be Akito san, right?”
“Eh?”
Did someone just call my name? I don’t have many friends and I don’t think so.
And it sounded like a girl. If it was a girl, I think it’s even more unlikely.
Is it my imagination? I’ll just leave it as it is.
“I’m sorry, you must be Akito san, right?”
…I knew she was calling me, right? And it was a woman’s voice. And it sounded like a woman’s voice from a close distance, right? The only woman sitting near me is the one next to me, right?
Nowadays in Japan, anything can be considered sexual harassment. But if she is calling me and I am ignoring her, that’s not good for me.
So I’m going to turn to face her. I think the woman next to me is also looking in my direction.
“After all, it is Akito san, isn’t it? I don’t know why you are ignoring me.”
“Re, Rena-chan?”
Maiasa