subtle sound of typing in the background. "Target engaged, 23:45. Mission is well on its way," he murmured into the receiver before he hung up, breaking the phone in half and dumping it into a trash a few streets away from the club.

Then his other phone rang.

He exited the club and out into the cool air, pulling his hair free from the hair tie as he walked. When he was far enough from the club, he pulled his work phone out and used speed dial to call his agent immediately. "Report in." the agent on the other side stated with the

Fumikage hummed with a smirk as he got close enough to Shouto to make the other think they were going to kiss. That was until he pulled away and walked right out of the club, trailing perfume and itching to wipe the makeup from his face.

They made their way off the dance floor to where Fumikage wrote down his burner phone number and a fake name on a napkin before handing it over to Shouto. "If you ever feel like having more fun, give me a call."

Fumikage thought he would be leading the dance, but instead, he was twirled around and around—one step at a time, skin against skin, and a tango move here and there. By the time they were done, Fumikage was breathing heavily along with Shouto, all while faking his entertainment.

There were groans of annoyance as Fumikage took his hand and led him toward the dance floor. It was foreign to have someone so close to him. It was also surprising that Shouto knew how to dance.

He didn't expect to get it on the first try, but he did. "Care to dance?" Fumikage asked, taking the shot and waiting for Shouto to do the same.

"Only if you give me your number," Shouto stated, taking his shot and abandoning the piece he had been talking to just a moment prior.

Despite that, he walked up to the bar with confidence, leaning against it as he ordered two drinks. As soon as the shots came, he brought them over to Shouto. He placed one shot in front of him right after squeezing past another piece of ass trying to get his attention.

even getting to the groping part after talking for a bit. Now, Fumikage was in charge of getting his attention away from all the other pretty guys batting eyes at him. Could he do it? He wasn't whole-heartedly confident in his ability to do so.

For the last hour, Fumikage had been witness to Touya Todoroki groping just about every guy that showed interest, and then there was his target. Shouto Todoroki seemed to be taking pointers from his brother as he bought a drink for every pretty guy who talked to him,

He had been taught how to apply makeup, how to walk (which was apparently important), and then how to talk to catch his attention. Of course, given what he had been witnessing all night, the Todorokis didn't exactly have tight pockets or lips.

It was hard to deny that he was definitely the dark type. He finished off his drink, fixed his hair into a high ponytail, and started on his way over. He followed all of the pointers he had been given on seduction, as this was his first mission dealing with such tactics.

He had been chosen based explicitly on Todoroki Shouto's taste in men, two years' worth of research, and spy work. Apparently, Todoroki had a thing for the dark and brooding type, or so he was told back at HQ. Fumikage really detested the fact he had been labeled as the brooding type.

The first step in that would be to approach him and use his charms to seduce him. Fumikage truly hated that term, seduce, but it was the only way to describe what he was about to do honestly.