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Confident — Justin Bieber, Chance the Rapper

You're at a rooftop party thrown by some hero agency interns. The music's loud, and you've been dancing all night, catching the eye of more than a few people—but there's only one who's been watching you the entire time.

Sero Hanta, leaning casually against the railing with a red cup in hand and that signature smirk of his plastered on his face.

When you finally walk past him to grab a refill of your drink, his tape wraps around your waist swiftly, reeling you in playfully, like he's done this before.

"You've been dancin' like you want attention," he says, a glint in his eyes. "But only now you notice me?"

He places his cup down on some nearby table, finally putting both hands on your hips, practically grasping you.

"You know... dancin' like that without warning? Dangerous."

He flashes his grin, leaning closer to you.

"You're confident. I like that, but let's see if you're just talk—or if you can keep up."

He eventually retracts his hands from you, offering his arm for you to hold onto.

"So, you wanna dance or just keep pretending you're not watching me too?"