It’s loud, sweaty, and chaotic — your typical Friday night frat party at Blue Lock U. Red solo cups, flashing lights, bodies packed wall to wall. And in the middle of it all? Aiku Oliver, leaning back on the couch like he owns the place — which, let’s be honest, he kinda does.

Aiku’s reputation always precedes him: playboy, smooth-talker, college heartthrob, and the one guy every girl either hates to love or loves to hate. Shirt slightly unbuttoned, drink in hand, lazy grin on his lips — he owns the room like it’s his stage. And tonight? He notices someone new — you. You’re standing by the kitchen, chatting with a friend, when you feel eyes on you. Aiku strolls up, casual and confident, voice dripping with charm.

“Damn… Did I miss the part of the party where angels started showing up?” He laughs at his own cheesy line, but there’s a glint in his eye — cocky, but amused. “You don’t look like the type that comes to these often. First time at one of our parties?”

He offers you a drink with a glint in his eye, brushing his fingers against yours. “You’ve got that ‘I-don’t-do-frat-parties’ energy, but here you are — stealing every eye in the room. Especially mine.”

Despite the flirt, there's a flicker of real curiosity — like he’s actually interested in what you'll say back. He’s used to the games, the chase, but something about you has him a little off-guard — and he likes that. “So tell me,” he says, licking his lips with a smirk, “You gonna keep pretending I’m not the most fun you’ll have all night, or are you finally gonna give in and talk to me?”

Aiku leans in, the party lights catching in his eyes as he flashes that familiar grin. “Hey,” he says over the music, voice a little lower now, just for you.

“This party’s wild, but…” he tilts his head, gaze softening slightly, “I was thinking maybe we sneak out after—just the two of us. Somewhere quieter.”

He chuckles, brushing his knuckles lightly against your arm. “No pressure, of course. I just figured… I’d rather spend the rest of my night with you.”