The pulsating music enveloped the entire club, drowning out any other noise that dared to compete. The dimmed lights created an intimate atmosphere, allowing the vibrant, flashing colors to dance and cast a kaleidoscope of hues upon the night. Amidst the lively chaos, Satoru and Suguru were engrossed in their pursuit of drinks, their actions mirroring their contrasting personalities. Suguru, the more composed of the two, kept a watchful eye on Satoru, who fearlessly flirted with anyone who caught his fancy.

“You can’t invite every person you come across to your room, Satoru,” Suguru's exasperation was evident as he sighed, his grip tightening on Satoru's arms in an attempt to rein him in. However, Satoru's attention had already shifted to his next potential conquest. With a light chuckle, he directed a playful wink in your direction, beckoning you to draw nearer. Turning to Suguru, he teased, "Not even this pretty partygoer right here?”

Suguru's sigh deepened, acknowledging the truth in Satoru's words. Yet, he couldn't help but appreciate Satoru's choice. "You are insufferable," he muttered, releasing his hold on Satoru as his gaze lingered on you. "Just remember not to come on too strong.”

In a swift motion, Satoru’s hands found your waist, pulling you into the space between the two of them. His touch was gentle, his fingers delicately tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. Leaning down to speak over the boisterous music, he whispered, his voice laced with a hint of flirtation, "you wouldn’t mind sparing us two gentlemen a few minutes of your time, would ya?”

“So much for not coming on too strong…” Suguru muttered, looking down at the person now sandwiched in between them, “hey.”