My 24-Year-Old Oshi
I am in love right now.
♪ I've fallen in love, probably, you haven't noticed, have you?
Yes.
You probably haven't noticed.
After all, the person I'm in love with is a fresh, 24-year-old young actor.
I have always been a huge fan of AB-chan, a member of the national idol group A, who is currently on an indefinite hiatus.
I'm even in the fan club.
I've even chased them all the way up to the Sapporo Dome.
Screaming my head off without a care in the world must release happy hormones, because I felt like my skin was more hydrated the next day.
Hydration is important.
For your skin, and for your heart, too.
However, it's been four years since they went on hiatus.
As expected, my passion for AB-chan has gradually... cooled down.
The oshi I could scream for has disappeared from my daily life.
Then came May.
I met him.
He was starring in a certain drama.
At first, I thought he was a pretty boy, but I couldn't help but be bothered by the imbalance of his dark, thick eyebrows against his blonde hair...
But gradually, I became drawn to his delicate acting.
Ah, I wanted to share this excitement with someone, so I contacted my best friend, Komeko-chan.
(Komeko-chan's article ⇨ "The Woman Who Handles Rice Flour")
Komeko-chan, whose tastes have always been similar to mine, also fell for him perfectly.
Since then, my LINE chats with Komeko-chan have been filled with nothing but talk about him,
and he has officially become my oshi.
Ah, it's been a while since I've had an oshi life.
It's so much fun, but
We would watch the dramas our favorite actor was in and send each other our thoughts.
Hey, this episode is insane. Have you seen it yet? Let me know once you do!
I'm watching it right now. With the volume turned way up. His voice is just irresistible.
Aaaah! He's wearing glasses! So cute!
I can't take it, my heart is racing! My heart is pounding so hard!
That's the kind of stuff we were constantly sending each other.
It was fun, but
my feelings for my favorite actor kept heating up more and more,
and when he wrapped a towel around his neck,
I'd say, "I want to be that towel."
When he lay down on the sofa,
I'd say, "I want to be his socks."
When he held a flower,
I'd say, "I want to be that flower. The part closest to his mouth."
I was dumping all these perverted, passionate feelings onto Komeko-chan.
Whenever there was an Instagram Live, things would get absolutely wild.
After all, it's a live stream. Our excitement would go through the roof.
Hey, that moment just now was so cute.
We send messages back and forth, getting excited.
I send a comment to my oshi with a pounding heart.
Then, my Instagram icon, which shows me doing yoga, passed right over my oshi's stomach.
I was so excited that I took a screenshot and
I sent, 'I'm doing yoga on my oshi's stomach!!!'
and sent it.
'That's hilarious!!!!! Oh my god, you're doing yoga!!'
Komeko-chan and I exchanged messages like that, grinning and giggling, until the Instagram Live ended.
'Well... time to do the dishes.'
Back to reality in an instant.
One day, some happy news came my way.
A 'real-life event' exclusive to the fan club was going to be held.
I made a decision.
I have no choice but to join the fan club.
Suddenly, my husband's face crossed my mind.
I suppose I should probably tell him, just in case.
I confessed via LINE that I have a 24-year-old oshi and that I was planning to join the fan club.
From my husband,
'Go for it, go for it!'
came the reply.
That was the moment I thought, I'm glad I married this person.
Let me say this here.
Of course, my husband is in my hall of fame.
But, can I really go to a fan meeting by myself?
It's different from a concert for a national idol like A, isn't it?
He's still just starting out, so there might even be a handshake event.
I wonder if I'll foam at the mouth and collapse.
Will I be able to keep my sanity?
I'm anxious.
I decided to take the plunge and ask Komeko-chan if she would join the fan club with me.
She said, "I'm not as obsessed as you are, but I am curious about the fan meeting," and joined with me.
"I love you, girl."
I replied,
and swore in my heart that I would take this debt of gratitude to my grave.
Komeko-chan is kind through and through.
Komeko-chan and I applied for the afternoon session of the fan meeting.
Perhaps because so many people like me became fans all at once thanks to the drama, what was initially just one session became a two-part day and night event, and on top of that, it became a lottery.
Oh God! Please smile upon us!
The day of the results announcement finally arrived.
We weren't told what time it would be announced, so I was restless the whole time.
Just past 6:00 PM.
I got a LINE message from Komeko-chan.
"W-w-w-w-w-won! Afternoon!"
I hurriedly checked the notification and found that, like Komeko-chan, I had also won for the afternoon session.
God smiled upon us.
"Won!"
"Spring!"
"No!"
"Afternoon!!!!"
My hands are shaking, and I can't type well.
"This is crazy"
"I'm about to cry"
"Actually, I am crying"
"I can meet him! I can meet my favorite!!"
"I'm so happy"
"I'm glad I'm alive"
And with that, I sent a barrage of LINE messages to Komeko-chan.
Ever since that day, my fantasies about the fan meeting haven't stopped.
It's my first time going to an actor's fan meeting, though.
I wonder what kind of things they do.
He hasn't broken out yet.
He's still just starting out, so I wonder if there will be a handshake event.
I want to get a touch in while I still can.
I wonder if he'd do a princess carry for me.
Wait, hold on.
If he did that,
I would definitely foam at the mouth and pass out.
Oh, but if I collapsed, I wonder if he'd help me.
Like, saying 'Are you okay?' while quickly placing his hand on my waist to catch me, and our eyes meeting, oh wait, I'd be passed out so our eyes wouldn't meet, and since I'd have foam coming out of my mouth, I wonder if he'd wipe it off for me. And then, he'd carry me to the break room in a princess carry...
My fantasies just won't stop.
A head pat is also hard to give up.
I wouldn't be able to wash my hair ever again.
Maybe I should ask him to say, 'It's okay.'
I wonder if recording is allowed. Probably not. Damn it.
Maybe I should ask him to give me a nickname.
If he did, I'd change my creator name on Note to that, and I'd ask my family and friends to call me by the nickname my oshi gave me from now on.
My fantasies just won't stop.
It's so much fun, though.
When I told my husband, who had just returned from work, that I won the fan meeting ticket,
'You've already got that look of someone in love,'
he said with a laugh.
He caught me.
He caught me being in love.
And after reading this article, he also found out that I'm always sending those kinds of LINE messages to Komeko-chan.
But let me say it one more time.
You are in my hall of fame, so please keep that in mind.
But I wonder, what does a face in love look like?
The day to exchange the tickets arrived.
The thing I'm curious about is, well... the seat!
I headed to the 7-Eleven register to pick up my ticket, my heart pounding.
The exchange day was actually tomorrow.
The next day, I headed to the register again around 8 a.m., heart still pounding.
The exchange time was from 10 a.m.
After two unexpected premature attempts, I finally got the ticket.
The seat I'm curious about is...
Row P, number 14
Is that good?
What about Row P!
What about number 14!
If I count normally, that means it's the 16th row from the front, right?
Ah! I'm so curious!
But that's something to look forward to until the day of.
That heart-pounding fan meeting will be held this month.
Things to do before the day arrives are the hair salon and nails.
What color is my oshi's color?
Should I go with passionate red after all?
Or maybe I should put my oshi's name on them.
I have curly hair, so I'm praying that it will be sunny on the day.
If it rains, the humidity will make my hair all frizzy.
I can't meet my oshi with hair like that!!
But wait.
Maybe they like frizzy, curly hair.
Komeko-chan even told me, "Those curls are cute too."
(You are a bundle of kindness.)
If that's the case, maybe rain isn't so bad.
Ah, my delusions just won't stop.
It's fun, though.
For someone like me whose mental state has been a bit fragile lately, the existence of my oshi is a huge source of strength.
Just by squealing over them, I can feel energized.
That heart-fluttering feeling is important.
Moisture for the soul is important.
Above all else,
The feeling of having fun is what matters.
I am savoring the happiness of having an oshi.
Well then.
The fan meeting is just a little while away.
I think I'll count down the days, turn on my delusion switch, and grin to myself.