#i did mention soulmate aus bc i wouldn't mind requests pertaining them. btw

[mishkakagehishka]

Hiii <3 I was wondering if you could write something for Hiiro Amagi? If so then could you write one wherein ALKALOID hosts a physical meet and greet in a mall and he sort of falls in love at first sight with the gender neutral reader who just so happens to be passing by.

Ohh, and i also love the one you wrote with Leo :D Have a nice day!

Thankies! ^^ I enjoyed writing this a lot, love at first sight. It gave me a bit soulmate AU feels~

Word count: 1290 Summary: Hiiro ditches his job halfway through in order to talk to that mysterious person - he was simply drawn to them, he couldn't help it! Notes: I have no idea what a physical meet and greet entails, so it's a handshake event. I also have no idea what a handshake event entails. I'm just stringing words together <3 Also first time writing Hiiro!!

"Thank you for supporting us!" "You were at our live, too, right? I remember you!" "P-please, continue to watch over us…" Hiiro observed his unitmates shaking the hands of the fans who came to see them, offering words of comfort and appreciation. That day's handshake event took place at the local mall, one he was already familiar with as they also did most their shopping there themselves. It's already been some time since they managed to avoid being fired, since ALKALOID became an established unit, since Hiiro arrived in the city, but he still found himself lost, so to say, in certain situations. Although ALKALOID had hosted handshake events before, he still felt like he didn't quite get the gist of it, and so appreciated the fact that he had a chance to once more confirm how he was expected to act. He was grateful for his unitmates, in that sense, asides from serving as an example to him, they were also always quick to help him. In a way, he felt like he was the leader of their unit, but they held him firmly in that position, helping him, showing him the way when he couldn't see it. If he was the head of ALKALOID, they were the neck that supported him. His thoughts were cut short when another fan approached him, hands outstretched. He took them in his own, gave a firm squeeze, and with the friendliest smile he naturally held, he said, "We'll continue showing you the best performances!" And he meant it. He always did.

As much as they all loved interacting with their fans, giving them back for their support (and Aira especially seemed to almost cry every time a fan with an ita-bag dedicated to him came along; it would just be the two of them clutching each other’s hands and sobbing thank-yous), it was undeniable that handshake events were the ones that got repetitive quite quickly, and it's common for the idols' thoughts to start wandering after a while. For their eyes to start darting from place to place, everywhere except to their work.

Hiiro, who often found his attention span lacking, was in just such a situation. His eyes escaping, though he made sure to earnestly thank the fans and shake their hands strongly, he couldn't help his thoughts drifting away. Despite the fact that he was getting used to life in the city, he still found it fascinating to observe the diverse array of people and types who occupied the streets, the life of the city. He was doing just that in that moment; when he wasn't looking a fan in the eyes and thanking them for their support, he was looking at the people who walked around the mall, carrying bags, entering and exiting the individual stores. Couples, families, people who came with friends, people who came alone. In one of those moments, he noticed a certain person. He couldn't tell you what exactly made him notice them specifically, he simply… found himself drawn in by the air they gave off, despite walking quite a distance away from the area of the mall where ALKALOID were holding the handshake event. There was just something about them that drew him in – that hypnotised him.

He didn't hear Tatsumi's concerned questions, nor Aira's exasperated scolding as he sprinted out of the area, vaulting over the waist-high fence that separated it from the mall proper. His athletic disposition came to show in that performance, as he managed to cross the distance in mere seconds. In mere seconds - he was face to face with them.

"Excuse me!" He called out, skidding to a halt, barely out of breath. They jumped ever so slightly, a natural reaction to seeing such an energetic man running so quickly in their direction. "Um, hi?" And he… found himself at a loss for words. Although he made his move boldly, it was still made on impulse, and now he hadn't a clue on what to actually say to them. All he could think is that he had to say something charming, something witty, something that would impress them, but also endear him. Instead, he only stared at them for a few seconds, silent as a bug. "... Do you need something?" They shifted from one leg to another. "Uh," he snapped out of it, "My name is Amagi Hiiro, and… I saw you, I mean, I couldn't help but notice you!" "Yes?" "And, well, I was, uh," he was tripping over his words again, finding it harder to explain himself. Ultimately, he decided it would be best to be direct, "There was just something about you that made me want to come and talk to you!" "Well, here we are, talking." Though the interaction was edging on the side of awkward, they couldn't see in Hiiro any malicious intent. His smile and eyes seemed honest, and his body language was open, friendly. There was nothing about his carriage that would hint at any dangerous thoughts or plans brewing in his mind, rather, he came across as trustworthy. Furthermore, they couldn't deny that there was, similarly, something about Hiiro that made them want to get to know him better, too. "Fumu! But, I'd like to-"

"Hey, Hiro-kun!" Aira angrily stomped over, huffing and puffing (and slightly short of breath). "What's the big idea, huh?! We're in the middle of a job!" "Oh, my bad!" "Don't 'my bad' me! What was so important that-" He interrupted himself as he met eyes with the person, noticing the way they were holding the hem of their jacket, almost shyly. They waved to him with the other hand, a small wave. "I was just trying to get the chance to get to know them better! I saw them, and thought I just had to talk to them. I’m sure you understand, friend." But, unlike the charmingly oblivious Hiiro, Aira's read enough fanfiction to know what was going on. "Is it love at first sight…? Rabu~i!" He squealed, pushing lightly at Hiiro's back, pushing him closer to them. "Wait, no! Ugh, just exchange numbers and meet up for coffee or something later! We still have work to do!" "Fumu! … How do I exchange numbers?" The person’s eyes lit up. "I'll show you," they immediately volunteered, beyond happy that Aira gave the suggestion to him.

And while Aira quietly left to leave them to it (though sticking by some ways further just to make sure Hiiro actually comes back without dilly-dallying), they took Hiiro's phone, inputting their own phone number in it with ease. "And this is my name," they pointed at the newly made contact. "Call me when you're free," they said with a warm smile. "I will! Thank you!" "Of course, it's no problem. If you finish with your work soon, we can meet up for coffee today, too. There's this really good café that opened here a few days ago, and I've been dying for a chance to check it out." "That sounds great! I would love to-" "Hiro-kun!" The look and laughter they shared in that moment felt natural with them, Hiiro noted.

He thought about Aira's exclamation - love at first sight. And he noticed how much he wanted to keep his eyes on them as he walked away. And he noticed how nervous and impatient he was, wanting to see them again, as he was working. And he wondered. Love at first sight. As he felt himself cheer up the moment he saw them, as they got lost in conversation about everything and nothing on that sweetly innocent first date, as he went home thinking how much he already misses them… He thought that Aira might just have been right.