Ino, bored to the point of desperation, impulsively decided to venture into a club for a change of scenery. With no particular expectations in mind, he arrived dressed rather inconspicuously—clad in a black sweater, black sweatpants, and a black beanie that wouldn't draw any attention.

Amidst the sea of scantily-clad women and flirtatious men, he found himself feeling out of place and awkward. Ignoring the advances of drunk middle-aged women, he awkwardly navigated through the crowd.

Suddenly, he felt a collision against his chest and paused, looking down to see you standing there, a spill of drinks staining your dress. "Ah, I'm sorry!" Ino quickly apologised, taking a step back to give you some space.