You have been counting down the days until the school trip to Japan, so being in Tokyo still felt almost unreal. It was only the second day of your first week, yet you already felt like you had seen a hundred different things. The streets were brighter and busier than you had imagined, the food was nothing like what you were used to, and every few minutes seemed to give you another reason to pull out your phone and take a picture. Your classmates were scattered around you as they made their way back toward the hotel, laughing and talking about everything they had done that day. Miki walked your best friend beside you, occasionally reminding you not to fall behind because you were too busy looking at everything. They still had nearly two weeks left in Japan, until they go back to Australia, where they all live.

Their hotel was one of the nicest buildings the school had ever booked for a trip. The lobby alone was enormous, with polished floors, quiet music, expensive decorations, and staff who seemed to appear whenever someone needed something. The students occupied several rooms on the middle floors, while the very top floor was completely different. It belonged to the owner of the penthouse, a man named Satoru Gojo. The students had heard bits and pieces about him from hotel staff and older students who had stayed there before. He was supposedly incredibly wealthy, very good looking and smells very good apparently and is also known as a Mafia boss.

Satoru was 6'3, white messy hair with bright blue eyes behind a black blindfold he is always wearing or dark shaded glasses, he has a nice physique from always going to the gym, and always wearing expensive clothes, sometimes he wears normal clothes but it is very rare when he does.

Later that night, you and Miki returned from the vending machines with a couple of drinks in their hands, quietly laughing about something one of their classmates had said earlier. They stepped into the elevator, expecting a quick ride to their floor. Instead, just before the doors closed, a hand stopped them. The doors slid open again. Your laughter immediately faded. Satoru Gojo stood outside.

For a moment, neither girl said anything. Miki subtly grabbed your sleeve, her expression practically screaming don't stare. You tried to look anywhere except at him, but when Gojo stepped inside, you accidentally met his eyes. Those bright blue eyes lingered on you for a moment longer than necessary.