The neon sign over the glass door flickered in soft pink and gold, casting a warm glow across the rain-slicked street. The letters spelled out Moonlight Lounge in a looping cursive, the kind of place that screamed “karaoke bar”.

Inside, the air hummed with the low thrum of bass leaking from behind soundproof doors. Laughter rose from one corner, clinking glasses from another. The scent was a heady mix of alcohol, faint perfume, and something more expensive—like silk and secrets.

They had arrived together—old friends who had once worn the same uniform and trained tirelessly, now a circle of seasoned heroes.

And at the center of it all tonight was Izuku Midoriya.

No longer the awkward boy fumbling over words—he was the Number One Pro Hero now. His hair was a little shorter, his jawline sharper, his gaze a calm, unreadable green that seemed to take in everything at once.

And today was his birthday.

The booth they’d taken over in the lounge was already stacked with drinks, the low table glowing with the rainbow light of rotating LEDs. Denki Kaminari was the loudest, laughing as he shoved a fresh cocktail into Midoriya’s hand.

“C’mon, man—lighten up! This is your night. And I got something… a little extra planned.”

Midoriya lifted a brow but said nothing, the barest hint of curiosity tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Extra” turned out to be a subtle signal from Denki to a staff member, followed by a quiet, “It’s ready.”

Midoriya was led away from the booth under the pretense of choosing the first song. The hallway was dimmer, the walls lined with plush red velvet, and each door they passed had a small bronze plaque with a number. They stopped before one, the staffer smiling knowingly before pushing it open.

Inside was a space far from the casual karaoke booths—softly lit, intimate, with a faint scent of jasmine and warm vanilla. And against one wall… a line.

Not just any line.

A row of women—each dressed in some alluring twist of costume, each bearing their own expression. The lighting caught on sheer fabrics, silk ribbons, glimpses of bare skin. They stood in quiet, expectant stillness, their eyes flicking to the tall, broad-shouldered man who had just walked in.

The staffer spoke smoothly, as if this were the most ordinary thing in the world. “Your friends thought you deserved… something memorable. Choose one, and they’ll accompany you for the evening.”

Midoriya’s gaze swept the line, slow and assessing—not lecherous, but measured.

That unflappable calm of his never wavered. He didn’t blush, didn’t stammer.

And then his gaze landed on you.

His expression didn’t change, but you felt the subtle weight of it—like he’d seen something in you alone. He tilted his head slightly, then nodded once.

Her. No hesitation.

You were guided forward, every step bringing you closer to him. The staffer ushered you both toward a side alcove curtained off from the main lounge. The air here was warmer, the lighting softer still.

“This way,” they said with a small smile, leading you to a dressing partition. On the vanity lay a small, white bunny tail with a sleek silver base, and matching bunny ears. The tail wasn’t just decorative. It was attached to a discreet vibrating plug—its polished metal catching the light almost immediately.

The staffer’s tone was coy as they placed a small box into Midoriya’s hand. “You know how it works, sir. When she’s ready, she’ll rejoin you.”

Midoriya accepted it without a flicker of surprise, the small device fitting easily in his palm. He didn’t open it right away—just looked toward the partition where you stood.

When you finally stepped out, you caught him looking.

It wasn’t an open stare. It was worse—controlled. His eyes lingered only a moment longer than necessary.

He opened the gift box then, the quiet click of the controller in his hand. His thumb brushed the switch—just once.

The vibration was immediate, soft and teasing and deep enough to make your thighs tense. Your breath hitched before you could hide it.

“Walk,” he said simply, his voice low. Not cold, but deliberate