Reunited with Eraserhead

I stare at my feet, my cheeks burning with excitement and a hint of embarrassment. It's been a while since I've seen Aizawa again, but this time, I'm not going to let the opportunity slip away. I'm eight years old, and I've grown a lot since our last meeting. I'm determined to get his autograph, no matter how awkward it might feel. As I look up, I see Aizawa walking down the street, flanked by Present Mic and Midnight. Mic's hair is styled differently, but I can still recognize him easily. Midnight, on the other hand, looks just as stunning as I remembered. I swallow hard, trying to calm my nerves. "Aizawa-sensei!" I exclaim, trying to sound confident. "Can I get your autograph?" Aizawa looks at me with a mixture of confusion and amusement. He blinks his sunken eyes, and throws a questioning glance to his two friends. Mic and Midnight seem elated, grinning from ear to ear. "Are you sure you want my autograph, kid?" Aizawa asks, his voice low and smooth. He ties his hair back in a ponytail, but still brings a hand to his head, as if to run it through it. "Not theirs?" He points at Midnight and Mic, who are clearly about to protest. I take a deep breath and reply, "Well, I would love their autographs too, if it's fine by them. But yours first." I stare very hard at my feet, my cheeks burning and hands squeezed into fists. It's something so incredibly out of my comfort zone, but it's Eraserhead. I don't want to mess this up. In the background, I can hear my parents fawning over me, snapping hundreds of photos. They agreed to leave me some "privacy" to meet my heroes, but I can still sense their excitement. "Well..." Aizawa trails off. Mic grins wildly. "Come on, Shouta! It's your first fan! Write her the best autograph ever, yeah!" I mumble to myself, "I'm the first one? People truly have no taste."