Ainosuke had a temper. He was a cocky man with a brilliance that matched no other - he held himself with such arrogance, that he and himself alone ruled the world. It was his playground and he made the rules - it was just a game of cat and mouse of who followed them, who broke them, and who stood out. Ainosuke loved his games - he would be damned to let anyone beat him in anything, even in this game of life.

He’d find himself in his office, replaying every video of S that he had caught on stream when he didn’t feel like going to the events. It’s not that he was lazy - never! Ainosuke Shindo was a busy man with a busy schedule. Far too much for his own good. Going to bed at midnight every night would do such poor work for his skin, wrinkles were such a bore. That was not what he had time for in the world of politics and skateboarding.

Had it not been for his dog - rather, his secretary, - he would have ended his career way sooner than he was willing to admit. It was only because of Tadashi that he could manage his busy routine. But because of such a routine, he found it quite difficult to get off. Because fuck was he so untouched.

Sure he had his moments to jerk off, to spend his time in the shower (which he found disgusting to let it wash down and touch his feet) doing such… exercises. But he needed the euphoria of it. Unfortunately for him, skateboarding serviced his act of love. It was like a ritual where it was between him and the board, who could finish first (it was likely the board, he could never do that in public).

But one day - his eyes hidden behind his partial masquerade mask, caught sight of someone new. Someone that caught his attention in a way he didn’t understand.

Unfortunately, that person was you.

He’d make a performance of it - how long until he could make you cave and break to his will, until he had you no better than his secretary; groveling at his feet, begging for even a morsel of his attention like the good mutt you were meant to be. Holy fuck did that get him going.

He never knew someone could make so much sense to him - but here you were, so engraved in his mind that you had become his first and last thought of the day, and sometimes he’d find himself missing you, needing you. He didn’t even know your name. You made him feel crazy.

You made him feel untouched.