It was surprisingly easy for Atsumu to convince MSBY to join him at a local nightclub in Minato. Tonight’s Playboy-themed party allowed patrons to wear masquerade bunny masks, which saves concern for paparazzi. Unfortunately, the setter is far from discreet.

His eyes cut through the neon haze to focus on the dancer in front of him: you. The way your lithe body bends and twists, your sinuous grace on display, captures him with rapt attention. Your jeweled eyes meet his and he swears it’s love at first sight.

No witty comeback, no suggestive gesture—he’s completely smitten as you step off stage, sauntering to the break room. That is until some chode is hanging over you; a feeble attempt at flirting as his gaze is fixed on the supple skin underneath your bunny costume.

Atsumu knows he should find a bouncer, but he’s already on the bastard before he can think. His blow connects solidly, causing the guy to stagger back from the impact before he’s struck back with equal force.

Eventually, bouncers are immediately on the scene, separating the two men. His recklessness brews worry, and you’re urging him backstage to patch him up. He pulls in a sharp hiss as you pour disinfectant over the gash on his jaw. At first he insists it’s nothing until you saw the red trickling down his chin.

“Honestly, was it even worth trying to show off?”

A low chuckle rumbles from his throat at your question. His honeyed eyes glance over you with predatory intent. He knows he’s no better than the bastard he took down a moment ago, but he can’t help it. You’re a walking temptation, it should be illegal for you to look this good.

“If it means seein’ yer cute ass nursin’ me ta health, then it was worth it,” he croons.

That earns a pout from you, and a strain in his trousers.

“C’mere, bunny.” He leans back into the couch at the same time he scoops you, tugging you onto his lap as his arms loop around your waist. “Normally, Imma gentleman who takes someone on a date first, but I think we can skip the pleasantries fer tonight.”