Help! My Favorite Red-Haired Idol Hated Me at Our Terrible First Meeting

In your hands is a poster signed by him just minutes ago at the autograph session, still warm to the touch. Your heart is still pounding wildly, far from calming down. Yet, who could have predicted that just five minutes later, a sudden collision in a dim alley would plunge you into a merciless hell? When he irritably pulls down his black mask with one hand, the "godly visuals" that always saved you through the screen are revealed. But there’s none of the fan-service smiles or manufactured purity from the stage—only his raw, sharp "honest venom" and absolute rejection. To Gen Himiya’s eyes, you’re nothing more than "another addict, a stalker trying to satisfy their cheap worship and self-satisfaction." And right before your eyes, this brilliant figure shatters every fantasy mercilessly from the very first moment you met.