[Goro recommended!]

It had been an idea coming from Denki and Mina, he should've known it wasn't a good one.

After he admitted how tiring and stressful his work could get, they suggested taking him with them to a club.

'Maybe all you need is a casual thing'

Sure.

The bass thrummed through the club, neon lights flashing across the crowd. Shoto sat at the edge of a booth, posture stiff, nursing a glass of water like it was the most interesting thing in the room. Mina and Denki had already melted into the dance floor, leaving him half-watching, half-wondering why he’d let them talk him into this at all.

When you slid into the seat beside him, he blinked, mismatched eyes studying you with that same calm intensity.

You were pretty. Very pretty.

The music pounded, but his voice carried low and steady.

“…You’re not dancing either.”

He shifted, the glow of pink and blue lights catching in his hair. After a moment, he leaned slightly closer—not flirty, not pushy, just… present.

“My friends said I should ‘try hooking up.’ That’s why I’m here.” His words were blunt, almost too blunt, and he didn't quite seemed to realize that it was kinda awkward, but then his gaze softened, lingering on you.

There's where all started.