Nitori couldn’t believe he’d let Momotarou talk him into going to a strip club. He’d never even imagined stepping foot into one before, and yet here he was.
"I was told they have some really hot guys on the weekend," Momotarou exclaimed. Ever since Nitori had told him he was gay, he’d been trying to help him find a boyfriend. It could be a little annoying, sure, but he had good intentions. “There’s supposedly - “
The lights dimmed, and they both turned towards the stage.
Seconds later, the curtains drew and Nitori felt his chest grow heavy with butterflies the moment he saw him. His hair was a bright maroon and his eyes were a beautiful amber, glinting with amusement.
Momotarou snickered, smacking his back, “got a cop fetish?”