> Decision
>
> >1 - You’re the manager here. Confront the man yourself. This is a private event, please leave.
> >2 - Turn to the coach. Maybe he can make the fan leave.
> >3 - Watase used to be a delinquent, right…? (Use the favour Watase owes you)
> >4 - Call the event early. Fans might get mad.
> >5 - Ignore the man for now. He isn’t hurting anyone. Addressing it will just cause a scene.
> >6 - Write-in
>
> Winner
> Combination of the above, since they all basically want the same thing.
>
> >6 Announce a break, let the girls take a breather and socialize
> >Meanwhile we go confront the man-gyaru over there
> >Have the coach accompany us
Something has to be done.
Turning towards the coach, your place your hands together in a T-shape.
The coach nods, “Time-out, everyone!” he shouts.
The idols slowly drift together, gathering at the middle of the field.
You turn towards Entasu, asking me if she can burn some time by interviewing the girls on how they’ve been enjoying the event so far.
They probably won’t mind some extra exposure.
Microphone in hand, Enatsu sets out.
Meanwhile, you have to deal with the disturbance.
“What gives?” shouts the fan from the sidelines, “Isn’t there like ten minutes left or something?”
“It took me like thirty minutes to get here,” he cries, then repeatedly claps his hands together, “Come on! Play ball!”
You swallow.
What will you do if the matter can’t be solved with words?
What if he gets violent? There’ll be nothing you can do.
Things like self-defence classes aren’t anything you ever invested any time in.
You feel your stomach tighten. It’s scary.
“Er… Muratagi-san…“ you say, turning sheepishly towards the coach.
“I understand,” he says, reading your expression, “Lead the way.”
It’s a bit demeaning that you have to rely on the help of a man you only met today.
Aren’t you the one responsible and in charge?
In the end, you aren’t confident that handle the fallout if things escalate.
You look up at him and bob your head, “Thank you…”
“Don’t be. Removing unwanted guests from the grounds is nothing new to me,” says Muratagi, “Part of the job, I’d say.”
Together you walk towards the fan hollering at the sidelines.
The small hit to your dignity is worth the reassurance of having Muratagi-san to back you up.
The fan notices you approach, “Hey!” he shouts, camera held in his hands, “Why has the game stopped?”
His eyes then widen in surprise, “Oooh, you’re the girl from the clip!” he says, laughing as he cups his hands in front of his chest, “I saw on the way here! Haha, I respect you for charging in like that!”
You feel your cheeks burn, “T-thank you,” you say, clenching your teeth as you side-eye Muratagi, “I appreciate the support you’ve come to show our idols, but this is a private event…”
Some things are left unsaid, but it should be obvious from context, right?
The fan waves a dismissive hand, “Don’t be like that, I’m not hurting anyone!” he says, smiling, “I never figured a company like Matsuno would be keeping an event at a place like this. I recognized it immediately when I saw it on stream. Haven’t been here in years, though. Club’s a bit third-rate, these days.”
Muratagi frowns, “Take a hint, man. You’re scaring the girls,” he says.
The fan tenses up, his earlier attitude doesn’t seem to extend to the man beside you.
“Hah?” he says, his voice taking on a sharper tone, “They’re idols. They should be able to handle a fan. Besides, it’s outdoors. I’m allowed to be here.”
“These are private grounds,” replies Muratagi flatly, “You’re not allowed to be here.”
The fan scoffs, “This is why your club is dying, mate. Somebody actually shows up for a change and you try to send him off.”
He then turns to you, “Is it the shouting?” he says, the edge still in his voice, “I was just trying to support my girl, Hanko-chan.”
“It’s not just that,” you say carefully, “Just… a strange man showing up like this…”
The fan laughs, “I’m nobody dangerous,” he says, looking past you to looki for Handa Ako, “I got no bad intentions,” he adds, then waves to Handa Ako with a smile.
Handa’s posture sags, her body seemingly shrinking in on itself, then turns away.
The fan’s smile fades.
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“Oi!” he shouts, brow furrowing.
“…As you can see,” you say, trying to bring it gently, “Your presence is upsetting Handa-san…”
The fan’s eyes are fixed to Handa in the distance, not really listening.
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“Can you believe this BITCH?” he says, shouting the final word, then glances at you for a moment, “Supported her for months. Came all this way. This is what I get?”
Getting spurned by your favourite idol like this must feel awful.
You have to think of a way to calm him somewhat.
Before he does something stupid.
> Need one 1d100 roll.
> There’s no hard DC, just degrees of success.
>
> Rolled 49 (1d100)
“Look, I’m sure she’s happy that you support her. But imagine being with friends and a strange man suddenly shows up…” you say, trying the empathy route.
“Huh?” says the fan, “I’d be fucking stoked if I had a fan that came to support me. Who cares if he was a stranger? Most fans are.”
Well, that fell on deaf ears.
Perhaps it was a bit of a stretch for you to think that a man like this could understand what it’s like for a teenage girl to suddenly be confronted by a full-grown man.
You gasp as the fan jumps the barrier.
“Idol or not, you can’t treat people this way,” says the fan, marching forward onto the field, “Girl needs an attitude adjustment…”
Can’t treat people this way? Look who’s talking!
He’s only thinking about himself!
There’s a sudden surge of shuffled movement in the distance.
All the idols look towards the approaching man – though he’s still far away.
Most take one or two hesitant steps back, Watase instead stepping forward.
The interview is forgotten.
@Rowboats1293: Hmm?
@BlueOcean123: What’s going on?
@SkullsSkullsSkulls95: Is Handa Ako crying?
@strawb3rrri3sx3: Did somebody else hear a guy shouting earlier?
@YaBoiGhoulman3: No? When?
@strawb3rrri3sx3: I got the stream turned up because I’m cleaning, a guy shouted something.
@NikoPanda87: outside is a mistake. outside is a mistake. outside is a mistake. outside is a mistake.
You hurry after the fan whilst looking towards the camera man and making a quick cross with your arms.
The camera man nods, then hastily presses a few buttons.
@YaBoiGhoulman3: AAAAAAADDDDDDDSSSSSSSSS
@YaBoiGhoulman3: TEN FUCKING ADS. MY GOD.
@BlueOcean123: Is something happening? What’s going on?
@Rowboats1293: They looked scared.
@yuukioniisan: Who’s retarded idea was it to hold a livestream in a public location!?
@SkullsSkullsSkulls95: There should be security… it’ll be fine…
You clamp onto the fan’s arm, “Sir, please,” you plead, as he drags you with him, “Calm down!”
Even though, you’re planting your cleats in the grass, your struggle seems little more than a nuisance.
“Get off!” shouts the fan, a sudden shove of his sending you to the dirt.
You hit the ground hard, groaning in pain. That’ll leave a bruise. Or two.
Even during your HR days people may have gotten emotional or angry at times, but they never got physical…
The action has Watase step forward with sheer hatred in her eyes.
Before Watase can act, a large hand suddenly grasps the fan by the collar of his sweater and yanks him backwards.
Sending him tumbling backwards, flat on his back.
“What the fuck!” shouts the fan from the grass, looking up, “You wanna go?”
“Just get the hell out, man,” cries Muratagi, rolling up his sleeves, “Pulling this shit and talking trash about my club…”
“White knight piece of shit…” says the blonde-haired fan, getting up and closing in on Muratagi.
“I’d beat your face in even if it was just you and me,” replies Muratagi, raising his fists.
He takes off his baseball cap and tosses it to the side.
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It’s a fight!
Ah! Why did this have to happen!?
All this over a bruised ego!?
What a stupid reason to fight!
You pat the shorts of your soccer uniform.
Not finding any pockets, not finding any phone.
“Somebody call the police!” you cry.
> Need two 1d100 rolls. One roll per person.
> First roll will be for Muratagi, second will be the for the fan.
> There’ll be a couple of these.
>
> Whoever is the first to win three rolls wins the fight.
>
> Muratagi: Rolled 38 (1d100)
> Aggressive fan: Rolled 35 (1d100)
> Score: Muratagi 1 - Fan 0
The fight starts out with the both of them feeling each other out.
Though the first exchange of punches is better than anything you could throw it, it’s clear that neither of them is going to be recruited into the UFC anytime soon.
At some point the fan throws a large, right punch towards Muratagi’s face.
He narrowly dodges it by ducking towards the side of it.
Muratagi’s stance seems off, but he’s somehow able to use his legs to bounce back, and plants a powerful blow in the side of the fan’s torso – right at the liver.
The fan gasps in pain, clenching his teeth as he struggles to hang on.
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> Need two 1d100 rolls. One roll per person.
> First roll will be for Muratagi, second will be the for the fan.
> There’ll be a couple of these.
>
> Whoever is the first to win three rolls wins the fight.
>
> Muratagi: Rolled 5 (1d100)
> Aggressive fan: Rolled 79 (1d100)
> Score: Muratagi 1 - Fan 1
Seeing his foe’s face twist in pain, Muratagi presses on.
His next punch flies forth – a total whiff. Leaving himself overextended.
The fan’s left hook finds the side of Muratagi’s face, rocking him with a blow the cracks Muratagi’s face to the side.
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> Need two 1d100 rolls. One roll per person.
>
> First roll will be for Muratagi, second will be the for the fan.
>
> Whoever is the first to win three rolls wins the fight.
>
> Muratagi: Rolled 88 (1d100)
>
> Aggressive fan: Rolled 95 (1d100)
Blood seeps through the narrow gaps between Muratagi’s teeth.
The soft tissue of his inner cheek cut up by the contents of his own mouth.
Taking a hit like that will daze even an experienced fighter.
Muratagi raises his fists, but he’s too slow.
The follow-up is already coming. Muratagi turtles up, guarding his head.
Mere seconds that seem to span minutes pass, with no hit coming.
Then Muratagi grunts in agony, a fist palming a metal lighter – a fist filler, cracks down on his ribs.
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> Score: Muratagi 1 - Fan 2
>
> Need two 1d100 rolls. One roll per person.
> First roll will be for Muratagi, second will be the for the fan.
>
> Whoever is the first to win three rolls wins the fight.
>
> Muratagi: Rolled 34 (1d100)
> Aggressive fan: Rolled 45 (1d100)
The blow to the ribs has left Muratagi clutching his side.
Eyes wide, he draws in a shaky breath as he bears the pain.
Only for the fan to plant a final punch deep in his gut, sinking him to his knees.
Score: Muratagi 1 - Fan 3
Aggressive fan wins.
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Justice doesn’t always prevail.
If the girls were hoping for a hero, then all hope is lost.
Seeing two people beat each other bloody like this, it’ll be a day they’ll remember for a long time.