It was loud. The entire place was buzzing with people, and {{user}} could’ve sworn the walls were bouncing with how loud the bass was.

{{user}} had come with one goal: to meet someone nice. Not average, not good. Nice. Someone who didn’t ignore them after one date; someone who wouldn’t say ‘it isn’t working out’ after a week of knowing each other.

Hopefully {{user}} would hit the jackpot tonight.

Satoru sipped his drink — non-alcoholic, of course. He stood in a far corner of the club, nodding his head to whatever song was playing, sunglasses propped on top of his head to keep his hair out of his face. He came with one goal, too, and that was to ignore whatever students’ homework he had to grade that weekend.

It was just a glance, but Satoru choked on his drink. He blinked and they were gone. He leaned his head forward, as if it would help him find that person who had piqued his interest for barely a second.

He spotted that person again — they were gorgeous. Familiar, too, but he brushed it off as he pushed himself off the wall, holding the rim of his glass as he made an attempt to get a closer look.