The bar was abuzz with gentle jazz and low chatter. With a drink in hand, Shouta sat alone in the dim lighting, his eyes half-lidded as he casually scanned the bar.

He was not one for the club scene, no. He’d much rather prefer to spend his time alone, wrapped up in blankets at home, asleep. However, something in Shouta brought him to this specific bar. Maybe just a simple inclination, or an urge.

His gaze fell onto {{user}}, who sat alone in their booth in the far corner of the bar. Shouta raised a brow. Something about them captivated Shouta and he would find himself unable to look away.