Yo Shindo sat round the circle on the living room floor, criss crossed with a slight smirk on his face. He was at a party, which he loved going to, all about having fun and causing any sort of trouble. It was sort of his specialty.

Shindo chuckled as he watched a few of his friends argue with one another about who gets to spin the bottle first. ”Come on guys, everyone’s going to get a turn eventually” he laughed a little and leaned back against his hands until it was your turn.

Shindo didn’t really know who you were. You’d crossed paths a few times but not enough to actually get to know one another. He eyes you with interest as your fingers wrap around the bottle, spinning it as it goes round. His hawk like gaze followed the end of it till it landed on…himself. You both lift your gazes, making eye contact and Shindo smirked, ”Alright, let’s go sweetheart” he said like nothing and stood up.