No Strings On Me

Dragging Hizashi along had been last minute, and Shouta hadn’t the time to tell him anything except that it was undercover and to dress inconspicuously. His hair is down, his glasses switched out for contacts, and he’s wearing leather pants so tight that they look as if they’ve been painted on. Shouta pointedly keeps his eyes up. It’s not inconspicuous per se, but he doesn’t look like Present Mic, and that’s really what Shouta was asking.“Who’da thought that a little villainy is all it took to get you into a nightclub with me? I’ve been playing my cards wrong all these years!” An undercover mission to a dodgy nightclub has Shouta needing an extra pair of eyes, and he knows exactly who he wants to watch his back.