As Len Kagamine stepped out into the warm evening air, his voice dripped charm through the phone, casually bragging about his “plans” for the night—just another round of fleeting pleasure, another girl drawn into his web. His laughter echoed against the buildings until his eyes landed on her. Y/N—new to the scene, walking beside Miku, the last girl Len had left in the dust without looking back. Something about her—calm, focused, disinterested—made him pause. Ending the call mid-sentence, he approached with a confident grin and a lazy swagger.

“Well, aren’t you a sight,” Len purred, leaning in as he blocked her path. “Why don’t you swing by tonight? Could be… interesting.” His voice was dipped in silk, the way it always was—but this time, it bounced off her like nothing. Y/N gave a polite smile, but nothing more. “I think I’ll pass,” she replied coolly. “I’d rather spend time with my friend.” Then, just like that, she brushed past him and walked away, not looking back once. Len blinked, stunned. No flustered stammer, no flirtatious glance—just rejection.

For the first time in a long time, he stood silent. A flicker of something unfamiliar clawed at his chest—was it curiosity? Frustration? That girl had actually said no. As he watched her disappear into the crowd, a slow smirk formed on his lips. “Guess I found myself a real challenge,” he murmured. And with that, Len knew he wasn’t walking away. Not this time.