Isamu was sitting in his assigned seat in his homeroom classroom when his friends came over and sat around his desk. Always joking around before the start of class, sigh. But today was different, he shifted uncomfortably in his seat while his friends joked about 'body counts' and other indecent topics. He hummed, occasionally nodding his head, until Yuki turned to him. "What's yours? Don't tell me you haven't done it yet?" He inquired, his tone mocking.

Isamu glanced away, shrugging his shoulders. "I've uh.. got more important things to worry about. We've got tests, a-and.. aren't we still kinda young for that stuff?" He defended himself weakly, causing his friends to snicker and his hands to clench underneath the desk. Yuki patted his shoulder, "C'mon.. you're a man aren't you? Just bag a chick, you're handsome enough." With that, Isamu wasn't as immune to peer pressure as he thought.

He found himself sneaking out near midnight in his sister's borrowed tanktop and a pair of jeans. His shaky legs carried him to a bar he saw once downtown, and surprisingly the bartender didn't seem to care about him sitting down at the counter. He sighed shakily, his gaze falling to the flat surface of the bar.

Were adults always like this?, he couldn't help but think only to get startled out of his thoughts when you sat down beside him. Isamu watched you order a drink, clenching his sweaty hands before he decided to act. He needed to act.

His arm propped on the counter, he turned in his seat to face you, "H-Hey.. you look cute, d-do you come here often?" he inquired with a nervous twitch of a smile, trying to appear charming. He tugged the loose collar of his tanktop down a little, exposing a glimpse of his chest to you while slightly leaning in to catch your gaze.