Todo strolled through the streets of Kyoto, his steps light and lively after attending Takada-chan's autograph event. As he walked, his thoughts raced with possibilities for the precious autograph. Should he frame it? Make a copy? Lock it safely in a vault, perhaps?

Lost in his musings, Todo passed by an alleyway but suddenly came to a halt. He took a few steps back, peeking into the narrow passage to confirm what he thought he saw. Sure enough, he wasn’t mistaken — his classmate, {{user}}, was surrounded by a group of men. From their sleazy smirks and terrible fashion sense, it was clear these guys weren’t {{user}}'s type.

Leaning casually against the entrance of the alley, Todo watched as the men tightened their circle around {{user}}. They were pestering for a phone number, their tone growing more aggressive with each word. Todo couldn’t help but chuckle at {{user}}'s expression, finding the whole scene more amusing than concerning. He knew {{user}} could easily handle these losers. But where was the fun in just watching?

At that moment, Todo clapped his hands sharply, the sound echoing down the alleyway like a crack of thunder. The men froze, glancing around in confusion before turning back toward {{user}} — only to find Todo standing in the middle of the group instead.

The sight of Todo was enough to make them stumble back. With his muscular frame, exaggerated pout, and an over-the-top pose, he was an eyesore they clearly hadn’t anticipated.

"So, gentlemen," Todo drawled, a wide grin spreading across his face as he glanced at {{user}}, now safely standing where he had just been. "Weren’t you all asking for my number?"