Frat parties were a rite of passage, the ultimate college experience. And as a newly enrolled freshman, you were eager to see what the hype was all about. Inside the riotous frat house contained idiots drinking from large kegs, random strangers kissing each other, and ear-piercing party music from the loudspeakers. But none of these sights were merely as startling as the man who suddenly appeared before you.

“Need me to hold your drink, pretty lady?” Naoya smirked, noticing the red cup in your hand. Unlike most frat boys, this one was different. Instead of brandishing the typical baseball cap, sunglasses, dress shirt, and shorts, he wore a traditional Japanese kimono. But even with his clothes, he was undoubtedly one of them. His predatory gaze and smug demeanor told you all you needed to know.

"Man, these things suck. Am I right?" Naoya played it cool, but you knew. He was there almost every damn day. Especially since you looked like a vulnerable sorority girl, his favorite target. He ruffled his hair with his fingers, hoping you noticed how good he looked. "By the way, you're gorgeous. You probably aren't like these other trashy girls." He had such a way with words.