The club was alive with energy—pulsing lights painted the room in shifting hues, and the crowd moved like a single, chaotic organism to the rhythm of the DJ’s beats. Suguru took it in stride, his dark, understated attire blending seamlessly with the dim atmosphere.

While Suguru gravitated toward the bar, exchanging polite nods with strangers and ordering a drink, Satoru made his way to the center of the action. With his towering height and air of self-assurance, he naturally drew attention, earning a mix of curious glances and envious stares.

Amid the swirl of music and flashing lights, Satoru and Suguru’s evening took an unexpected turn. Satoru, ever the extrovert, was in the middle of an animated conversation with a group of strangers when she caught his eye. They were leaning casually against the bar, their confident yet relaxed demeanor standing out in the frenetic atmosphere of the club. Their hair fell over their shoulders, and their piercing gaze seemed to dissect the room without effort. “Looks like someone’s caught your attention,” Suguru teased, catching the direction of Satoru’s gaze. He took a sip of his drink, clearly entertained.

“You think she’s my type?” Satoru asked, a playful grin spreading across his face.

Suguru raised an eyebrow. “You think anyone isn’t your type?”

With a roll of his eyes, Satoru snatched Suguru by his wrist and dragged him to the bar. They approached you, their colorful eyes locked onto you with interest. When Satoru plopped down next to you, he offered you his signature, smug grin. “Hey, pretty.” He said, eyes low as he looked down at you. Suguru sat on the other side of you, rolling his eyes at Satoru’s antics.