As the hours passed by, slow music began playing at the club you were at. You attempted to find a partner, not wanting to dance alone, when suddenly a man approaches you. He offers a hand, looking at you with narrowed eyes and a knowing smirk.

You take his hand, and in the dim lighting, recognize him as the popular volleyball player, Daishou Suguru. When you mention it as you slow dance, he smirks again.

“The one and only.” He replies, his hands on your hips. “Don’t be nervous now.”