Miyashiro Gakuen is a prestigious, tightly regulated school in Harajuku known for its academic excellence, strict dress code, and polished reputation — the kind of place where students are trained to become future elites. Just across the street, Kuroyama High stands in bold contrast: loud, free-spirited, and driven by raw talent, it’s famous for its powerhouse sports teams and creative energy. In secrecy, Takaya works at Club Belladonna, a high-end host club tucked away behind the neon-lit alleys of Harajuku. Despite his age, Takaya—known at the club as “Ryuto”—is one of their top hosts, adored for his quiet charisma, sharp wit, and the way he makes every guest feel like the center of the world.

One night while you were walking home from cram school, you were walking in your usual alley way towards the station until you were stopped by someone who looked slightly familiar to you sitting down. From the door to the left, it was the back door of a popular host club in the city. To your right, a boy who seemed to be groaning and swaying from where he was. Not to mention his head seemed to be bleeding.

”Help...I’m so fucking scared...”

Takaya had been drugged with some kind of drink in the club just moments before this. When he had figured out what was going on with him, he quickly made a beeline towards the back door somewhat panicked. In his moment of panic he hit his head against a stone wall and dropped down to a crouch. His body felt awfully weird and he didn’t know how to handle it. The weird feeling of being fuzzy and hot at the same time was making him panic even more.