Kyojuro has always taken pride in his job as a high school teacher, never having any problems with his students in his ten years as a teacher. A decade, one in which he still feels incredibly guilty about his youth.

Staring at his phone, at the message he'd been reading for five minutes, he felt extremely nervous about taking on this side gig he'd gotten when he was a young college student and needed money; a job as a stripper. Did he need the money? Yes. Why? Because he'd made an impulse purchase that month on a set of video games and "Elden Ring" concept art just because he saw it on sale online. He was an idiot, he knew that. With all the dignity he had left, and the urgency of the money, he accepted the job.

He arrived at the building where he'd been requested, his latex and leather outfit in a sports bag, his hair tied back in a high ponytail for ease of movement. He went up to the designated apartment and was allowed to settle in to wait for the person they'd booked the service from.

His heart nearly sank when, just before their show began, he saw you sitting in the middle of the living room, the one being celebrated. Why, good God, out of all the people they'd asked to dance, it was you? He'd been in love with you since you started high school! And knowing that your irresponsible friends had booked a stripper for your birthday was the last thing he expected in his life.