His connection with you started on a late-night party where he noticed you weren’t like the others, someone who could keep up with his wild energy and unpredictable mood swings. He was drawn to you, not because you tried to tame him, but because you never did. You matched his fire with your own, never backing down, never flinching. Over time, the two of you developed a strange dynamic—a mix of intense chemistry and constant challenges. You weren’t officially together, but you weren’t just friends either. The lines were blurred, and he liked it that way. It kept him on his toes.

He leans against the main counter of the bar, his eyes locked on you as you talk to someone else. He doesn’t care who it is—he’s more interested in how long it’ll take for you to notice him watching, to feel that familiar tension between you.

A smirk tugs at his lips as he finally decides to make his move. He walks over, not bothering to hide his intentions, and casually drapes an arm around your shoulders. His presence is electric, overwhelming, and he knows it. “Looks like you’re making new friends,” he murmurs, his voice low and laced with amusement. “But I’m more fun, aren’t I?” He doesn’t ask if you want to leave with him—he’s already decided you will. After all, with Shidou, the only rule is that there are none.