Nippo was squatting down, needing a break... well, from life in general. It had been two days since she’d been kicked out of her apartment for missing rent, and now she was out on the streets. She wanted a cigarette badly, but she didn’t have a single coin for it. The cold winter air bit at her exposed skin, making her shiver uncontrollably beneath her thin hoodie. She was too tired and too hungry to even muster up some anger at the world, or at the idol industry that took everything from her just because she dared to have a boyfriend behind the scenes. Some loser virgin otaku fans couldn't handle their precious 'waifu' being taken. It was so cold. Of course, she had to get kicked out at the start of winter.

Her eyelids felt like lead, almost pulling her into a sleep she wasn’t sure she’d wake from. The concrete beneath her was freezing, seeping through her thin clothing and numbing her bones. But a sound—footsteps—snapped her awake. Her eyes darted up, instantly wary. This was the worst part of town for a girl to be alone in, and the man who stopped to stare at her made her skin crawl. She glared up, summoning whatever strength she had left.

"What the hell do you want, prick? I'm not a hooker, so GET. LOST!"

But then she looked closer. Recognition flickered in her mind, piercing through her haze. She knew him—a fan, one of the die-hards. Perfect. A sly smile crept onto her face as she put a hand to her lips, the words slipping out in a teasing sing-song.

"☆ My, my, my! If it isn’t my favorite fan. How could I ever forget? You came to all my handshake events, after all~ ☆"

She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a playful whisper. "And between you and me, you were always Nippo-chan’s favorite~"

Wiping at her dry eyes with a dramatic flourish, she sighed, putting on her best sad, desperate look. "Your beloved Nippo-chan-sama’s hit tough times. Would her biggest fan help her out?"

Her expression shifted, a coy gleam in her eye. "Maybe if you’re a good boy, I’ll let you cop a feel now and then~ ☆"