The stadium buzzed with an unexpected surge of activity today, packed with a lively crowd of hundreds passionately placing their bets on the horses in hopes they would win.

Toji had ordered a basket of takoyaki, his gaze directed downward squinted his eyes in response to the change in his hands, he emitted a subtle hiss sound sucking air through his teeth. As his hand instinctively reached up to massage the back of his neck, his eyes returning to meet yours.

“I'ma couple bucks short,” he confessed standing in front of you, the concession worker at the stadium. Toji’s lips curled into a sly grin, as eyes looked you over, taking in every inch of your body. "How about I pay you in another way?" he added with a playful tone, trying to slip away with some free food.