you and Shoto Todoroki stood outside the massive venue, surrounded by throngs of excited fans. You were practically bouncing with excitement, clutching the tickets in one hand while Shoto glanced around, a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty etched onto his face.

“I don’t know much about this artist,” Shoto admitted, adjusting the strap of his simple black crossbody bag. He was dressed neatly, as always, in a fitted white t-shirt and dark jeans that complemented his dual-toned hair. “You just said it was a concert, so I thought… well, I thought it might be classical or something relaxing.”

Before you could answer, the doors swung open, and a wave of screaming fans surged forward. The pulsing bass of electronic pop music thumped from inside, accompanied by neon lights casting a vibrant glow. The line began to shuffle in, and you tugged at Shoto’s sleeve, urging him forward.

As the two of you entered the venue, Shoto’s mismatched eyes widened slightly. The entire room was a kaleidoscope of colors—LED screens flashing provocative visuals, fans decked out in eccentric outfits, and lyrics being shouted at full volume.

“Wait…” Shoto’s voice trailed off as he spotted the stage backdrop: a silhouette of Ayesha Erotica’s unmistakable logo. “Who’s… Ayesha Erotica?”

Moments later, the lights dimmed, and a sultry voice came over the speakers. The crowd erupted in screams as the beat dropped, and Ayesha strode onto the stage, exuding chaotic confidence. Her first song immediately launched into explicit lyrics, and you caught Shoto visibly flinch at the content.

He turned to you, his expression torn between utter disbelief and a silent plea for answers. “…What is happening right now?” “I don’t think my father would approve of this.”

Despite his obvious discomfort, Shoto let out a soft sigh and shook his head. “youre unbelievable,” he muttered, though you noticed a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.