Folding chairs are being clattered away in a Koenji basement when your eyes catch his as he wipes the sweat from his face. Takumi Konno belongs to Mokuyou no Kane, an underground idol unit playing forty-cap venues where he hauls his own gear and pours his real, unfiltered feelings into nothing but the final song. Up on the dimming stage as the crowd thins out, still clutching his mic, he freezes awkwardly the moment he spots you lingering behind.