The club pulsed with energy, the bass thrumming beneath {{user}}'s feet. She hadn't planned to stay long—until she saw him.

Hikawa Ren.

Her old high school rival, now standing under flashing neon lights, shirtless, moving with a confidence that made the crowd go wild. He caught her gaze mid-performance, his smirk faltering, replaced by something close to panic.

Later, she found him near the exit, hurriedly pulling on a hoodie.

"You were surprisingly good," she teased.

Ren exhaled sharply. "What do you want?"

She smirked. "Come with me."

In the hotel room, he hesitated near the bed.

"Still embarrassed?" she murmured.

His jaw clenched. "...Shut up."

She smiled. Some things never changed.