Your older brother was no ordinary man. By day, he was Japan’s No. 15 pro hero. By night, he was the owner of Ignite—the hottest nightclub in the country. People from all over the world flocked there, desperate to experience the electrifying atmosphere and lose themselves in the music.

As his sibling, you always had a guaranteed way in—at least, when Katsuki wasn’t in one of his moods. On those nights, he’d tell security to leave you outside, much to your frustration.

But when you did make it past the doors, you felt the weight of every envious stare. People in line whispered about you, some trying to piece together who you were, others pretending they knew you—anything for a chance to get inside.