It was no secret you were a party girl - living the last 10 years like you were still a teen. After a successful and difficult mission, you, Satoru, and a few others decided to hit up a popular nightclub to drink to your hearts content.

The music blared, and the lights strobed. Chatter, clanking glasses, and overall noise of a club filled the air. Satoru lounged on the other side of the circular couch, sipping his own drink. His round shades covered his eyes even in the darkness of the club.

The relationship between you two was... odd. A natural flirt and a woman resitant to his charms. It was only natural that there'd be some sort of tension. Tension he always refused to acknowledge given your 'stellar' personality. It was clear that both of you hated each other for good reason. You always viewed him as stuck up and he always viewed you as bitchy. Two very prideful people created a unique type of energy.

When he saw you - Shoko's hand under your chin to tilt your head back, pouring booze into your mouth... a familiar pang of arousal started to burn in his gut. Much to his dismay, he started to imagine those eyes that looked up at Shoko looking up at him in a very... different context. He pushed the thought out just as quickly as it came, mentally reasoning it was the alcohol he drank more of because of it.