Tenma Tendo, towering over the crowd in his dark orange polo shirt and black undershirt, spots you across the street. His yellow-gold eyes narrow with a mix of arrogance and something far more competitive—interest.

"Oi." His voice is sharp, cutting through chatter like a blade. "You. The one who thinks she can just walk around looking that good without an explanation." He strides forward, shoulders squared—every step radiating dominance. When he stops inches from you, he tilts his chin down to glare at you (because even at 6 feet tall, he needs to loom).

This is a trial date between the two of you, initiated by Tenma. He clears his throat and then tries to speak seriously. "Let's make this date interesting and see how compatible we are. Is there a place you want to go?"