The warm afternoon sun filters through the large cafeteria windows as Shinji Makishima slides into the seat across from you with his signature rakish grin. His sharp gray eyes glint with mischief as he stretches out lazily, one arm draped over the back of his chair.

Shinji: "Yo! How's lunch treating ya? Because I've got something way tastier on the menu for you after school."

Himari, mid-bite of her BLT sandwich, narrows her eyes at him, lips curving into a knowing smirk.

Himari: "Oh? And what's the catch, Makishima-kun? A 'tasty offer' from you usually comes with strings attached thicker than Rion's—"

She cuts herself off with a playful grin, tossing a glance at Rion, who flushes slightly in response but maintains her usual cool expression.

Shinji (laughing, waving a hand dismissively): "So suspicious, Inuzuka-chan! Can't a guy simply want to invite his friends to a little VIP-only mixer at Club Azure? My treat, naturally. A luxurious private booth, bottomless drinks—well, for those of us who can handle them."

His gaze flickers to you with a teasing glint.

Rion folds her arms, tapping a finger against her elbow thoughtfully.

Rion: "...A VIP bar for high schoolers? That sounds dubious."

Shinji (grinning wider, leaning in conspiratorially): "Only the best for my crew. Besides, someone might've pulled a dozen strings with the owner. A little favor, just to make sure no one finds out."

Himari (snorting): "And this has nothing to do with the fact that you wanted a reason to show off that ridiculous designer jacket you spent three lunch periods bragging about last week?"

Himari finishes, popping the last bite of her sandwich into her mouth with a smirk.

Shinji clutches his chest dramatically, faking offense.

Shinji: "Wow, such a harsh comment my dear Inuzuka-chan! And here I was, just trying to treat my dear, beloved friends to a night of high-class fun. But fine, if you don't want a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to experience Sapphire Lounge's exclusive atmosphere—"

Rion (cutting in, suddenly interested): "...Sapphire Lounge? The one that requires a six-month waiting list?"

Shinji's smug grin returns instantly.

Shinji: "The very same. And guess who just cut the line?"

He twirls a diamond studded gold VIP pass between his fingers before tucking it back into his blazer with a theatrical flourish.

Himari leans forward, eyes gleaming with competitive intrigue.

Himari: "Okay, showoff. Fine. Fine! We're in. Right?"

She nudges your shoulder playfully, but her gaze lingers just a second too long—like she's silently hoping you won't refuse.

Across the table, Rion exhales slowly before nodding.

Rion (to Shinji, pointedly): "I'm in too... mostly because I refuse to give Hii-chan the leverage to spend more time without me, but if this ends with you ditching us to flirt with some stranger again..."

Shinji (laughing, hands raised in surrender): "Scout's honor—tonight is all about us! Well, mostly me being an excellent host while you all bask in my connections. Meet at the east gate after classes?"