Eurovision

Summary: You are just a normal girl working in Vienna in a small Café, when you fought Satoshi’s eye.

Pairing: Satoshi x fem!reader

You were just trying to get through your Tuesday shift at a small Café in Vienna’s 8th district. Mostly locals and a few exhausted journalists who wanted decent coffee came by, people who wanted to leave the chaos of Eurovision behind for a little bit.

He walked in around 11 a.m. on the second day of rehearsals, hood up, his dark hair messy, eyes tired.

“Espresso. Double. And whatever pastry you think is actually good,” He said in English with a soft East-European accent.

You raised an eyebrow, “Bold of you to trust my taste.”

He gave you a small smile, “I have a good feeling about your taste.”

You couldn’t help but blush at his answer, quickly walking away from his table to start working on his order. After a few minutes, and a few deep breaths to calm yourself down, you brought him an espresso and a cherry-almond croissant which sold out fast every day.

That should have been the end of it, but it wasn’t.

———

He came back every morning after the interaction between the two of you. Always the same table by the window, always asking you if you want to keep him company for a few minutes. On the fourth visit, you finally sat with him during your break.

“You’re not going to ask for a selfie or a signature?” he teased, wanting to know if you were aware of who he was.

“Nope. I’m going to ask why a guy performing in front of 180 million people looks more stressed in a café than on stage.” You answered casually, even if you were freaking out on the inside.

He studied your face for a few seconds, before he smiled at you once again, “Because on stage I know exactly who I’m supposed to be. Here? I’m just Vlad who misses his grandmother’s food and hasn’t slept properly in two weeks.”

That honesty left you speechless for a moment, “I mean- you are always welcome here if the Eurovision chaos is too much to handle.”

“Well, actually I wanted to ask you something else…” He mumbled, with a smirk.

———

That’s how you found yourself with him at a little park near your café, talking with him for what seemed like hours. He told you about growing up in Cahul and drumming on pots as a kid. You told him about failing your first year of university and secretly loving the chaos of ESC week, even if you pretended to be totally unimpressed by it.

And then, all of a sudden, he kissed you. At first it was soft, then deeper, his hand sliding into your hair like he’d been thinking about it for days. When you pulled back, breathing hard, he rested his forehead against yours.

“I really shouldn’t be doing this right now,” he whispered.

“Then stop.” You muttered back, your voice filled with a hint of disappointment.

He kissed you harder instead.

———

A few days later the Grand Final took place in the Vienna Stadthalle. You watched from home like a normal person, when Moldova placed 8th. A few minutes after the voting had ended, Satoshi shared his location with you, clearly wanting to see you. When you arrived he was already waiting. He was still in his stage outfit, buzzing with adrenaline. Satoshi pulled you into a tight hug, lifted you off the ground, and kissed you like no one was watching. But someone was and the blurry photo went viral overnight.

That's why the official press conference the next day was intense.

A British reporter went straight in, “Satoshi, care to comment on the pictures with the anonymous girl?”

Satoshi leaned forward, calm but firm, “She’s Austrian. She has nothing to do with music or Eurovision. She’s just a really good person who made this crazy week feel normal. We spent some time together and I like her a lot.”

Another question reporter stood up, “Is it serious?”

He smiled, “I hope it becomes serious.”

And that’s all it took to go viral once more. Fans made edits on TikTok to his song ‘Viva, Moldova’, using the picture of you two kissing and his statement at the press conference.

A.N; I don’t really know how to feel about this but I still wanted to share it:)

I LOVE SATOSHI LIKE WOW , IK MANY PPL LIKED HIM AFTER EUROVISION BUT IVE KNEW HIM LIKE 2 YEARS AGO

anyways yer cool 🙏🙏 could you tag me in yer next satoshi fanfic bc yer cool🥹

Thank you so much!!! This makes me so happy right now🥰🥰

Thank you so much, that means a lot to me! I am already planning my next fic. 🤭🥰

Summary: You just wanted to represent Austria at Eurovision 2026. What you didn’t expect was to fall for a certain Moldovan singer.

Pairing: Satoshi x Austrian!reader

The press conference was already halfway through when you finally let yourself glance over at Moldova’s contestant.

You were sitting at the long table, your name card neatly in front of you, since you were representing Austria in this year's contest. The room felt warm and crowded, full of clicking cameras and journalists leaning forward in their seats. Satoshi sat right next to you, one leg stretched out casually under the table like he was chilling backstage instead of in front of the entire European press.

You tried to stay focused, but it was useless. You were hyper-aware of every small shift he made, every time his fingers tapped lightly against the table.

At first, the journalists asked all about the semi-final and everyone’s expectations for the final.

Then a Swedish journalist stood up, eyes bright with curiosity, “Y/N, Satoshi. The two of you have been spotted together quite a lot lately. Any truth to the rumours that there’s some special chemistry between the Austrian and Moldovan delegations?”

Before you could answer, Satoshi leaned forward to his mic with that easy grin of his. “Rumours?” He glanced at you, eyes warm, “I don’t know about rumours, but I can confirm I keep finding reasons to be near the Austrian corner.”

The room chuckled while you felt your cheeks heat up, trying to keep your voice steady, “Everyone’s been supportive and fun to be around, but Satoshi’s energy is just contagious.”

He smiled at you, making your stomach flip.

More questions followed before there was finally time for a short break. Everyone was standing up and moving around the room, except Satoshi. He slid his chair a little closer while pretending to check his phone.

“You okay?” he asked quietly, voice low enough that only you could hear. His knee brushed yours under the table, “You looked a bit tired during soundcheck earlier.”

“I’m fine. Just the usual post-performance crash. You looked like you were having the time of your life out there.” You smiled at him.

“I was, but I was also looking for,” His voice dropped even lower, “I’ve been looking for you a lot this week.”

Your breath caught, “I-“

“I’m serious,” He continued, eyes flicking to make sure no one was listening too closely, “All this chaos, the rehearsals, interviews, the pressure, and then I see you and everything feels just easier. Calmer. Even when you’re pretending to be all professional and composed up here.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head, “You’re something else, you know that?”

His grin turned playful, “After the final can we actually get out of here for a bit? Just us, no cameras. I found this small café near the Danube. You can complain about the lighting rig and I’ll complain about how my choreographer keeps changing the dance five minutes before the stage.”

“Are you asking me on a date in the middle of a press conference?” You try to suppress a smile.

“Maybe,” His knee pressed a little firmer against yours, “Or maybe I just really want to spend time with you without all those people watching.”

You let out a little laugh before nodding, “I like the idea of that.”