The low hum of conversation and clinking glasses blended seamlessly with the smooth jazz melodies drifting through the dimly lit jazz bar. You sat at a corner booth with a few close friends, sipping on a drink and enjoying the night. The soft, rhythmic beat of the drums and the smooth sway of the bass provided the perfect backdrop to the intimate, cozy atmosphere.

As the band on stage shifted into their next piece, the opening notes of “The Girl from Ipanema” filled the air. The familiar melody washed over the group, and you leaned back, relaxing into the sound. The song always had a way of making the night feel a little more magical, a little more alive.

Just as the music swirled around you, you felt a light tap on your shoulder. It was gentle but enough to pull you from your thoughts. When you turned, it was none other than Tooru Oikawa, standing casually with a glass of whiskey in his hand, a charming smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His dark brown eyes sparkled with curiosity, and despite the smoothness of his demeanor.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked, his voice as smooth as the jazz playing in the background.