I mean if you've seen this purple boi ruling his casino then you can understand where I'm coming from with this one (same for any of them tbh) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Enjoy! <3
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'Was it really a good idea for me to come here?'
That was the only thought that ran through your mind as you stood nervously inside the buzzing Casino beside your friends, who were gushing in awe at your surroundings.
Your eyes darted nervously from person to person, table to table, ceiling to floor. Anything to keep you distracted from the absurdly large amount of butterflies fluttering in your stomach.
"Look, you guys!" Homura gasped, catching your attention. She directed your gaze upwards, towards the upper floor of the Casino. Just behind the glass balcony stood six figures, all dressed extremely wealthy (or extravagantly, in some cases) with styled hair. Their identical gazes were directed downwards onto the mass of people below them, watching carefully.
"The Matsuno sextuplets! I told you they would be here!" she squealed, cheeks slightly red.
You gulped, eyes studying them carefully. Of course they would be here, it was their Casino, after all. You weren't even close to them , yet you could feel their powerful and intimidating aura from where you stood. You shuffled closer to your friends, your timidness kicking in.
They weren't bad to look at, if you were being honest. Well, that was another reason why they were so famous. Not only were they filthy rich because they owned the biggest Casino in Akatsuka, but they were also very attractive. Although, you had heard rumours that their personalities were what drove people away, which was why they still couldn't get girlfriends.
'That can't be true though, right?' you thought to yourself as you continued to gaze at them, not even listening to the plans your friends were making right beside you.
'Surely they're not still virg-'
Your train of thought came to an abrupt stop as your eyes connected with one of the sextuplets. The bottom half of his chin was covered by a black face mask, his mouth still visible. His brown hair was slicked back, leaving his hooded eyes to bore into your own, his deadpan expression not changing in the slightest as he straightened up from his slouched posture.
When you realised you were staring, your face burst into a deep red hue, feeling thoroughly embarrassed. You quickly averted your eyes, only to have Homura cling onto your arm, pulling you into the mass of people to get the night of gambling started.
If only you understood the games; then maybe you would be having fun at winning or losing a few hundred Yen. Instead, you muttered to your friends that you wanted to sit down instead, making your way over the bar and taking a seat on one of the stools.
You rested your chin in the palm of your hand, sighing. If only you were as outgoing as your friends, or if you paid attention to them when they explained how to gamble. Maybe you would also be confident enough to sit at the table and have a few rounds of fun. Or maybe you'd be able to have a few drinks and really allow yourself to let loose. If only you weren't so shy, and timid, and anxious, and nervous, and-
"Drink."
You paused. Slowly turning in your seat, you see the same man from before sitting beside you leaning against the countertop. He continued to stare at you with the same blank expression.
"...S-Sorry?" was all you could say whilst you were still confused.
"Drink. I'll buy you one." His voice was deep and gravelly, a little tired but still authoritative.
'It suits him.' Was your immediate reaction, only for you to remove it swiftly from your mind so that you didn't accidentally blurt it out.
"I-I, uh..." you swallowed thickly before trying again. "S-Sorry, I don't drink much..."
"Water, then." He pulled out a couple of bills from his dark pinstriped trousers, placing them onto the table with his gloved hands. The bartender placed your drinks in front of you- water for you and some kind of alcoholic beverage for the sextuplet.
...Were you supposed to say something? Were you supposed to be treating them a certain way because of his status? You had no idea what to do as you stared adamantly at your drink, nibbling away at the skin of your lower lip.
'I don't even know his name!' you panicked internally, feeling your palms becoming slightly clammy. Was it warm in there? Or was that just you?
"Matsuno Ichimatsu."
"Huh?" you almost gave yourself whiplash as you snapped your neck over to look at him. His drink was gone, but he didn't even look like he had moved an inch. Realising that he had given you his name, you opened your mouth too, looking like a goldfish.
"[L-L/N] [Y/N]. Nice t-to meet you!" you squeaked, cursing yourself for stuttering.
Silence, the only noises coming from the people chattering and cheering around the Casino.
"Let's go." Ichimatsu spoke finally, standing up from his seat, staring at you expectantly.
"Where?" you replied, hesitantly getting out of your seat.
"Over there," he pointed to a corner of the Casino, with a large sign dangling overhead saying:
'VIP LOUNGE.'
"M-Me? But I don't have a VIP ticket!" you told him. "Besides, I don't know how to gamble! It'd be a waste of time to take me..." you trailed off as you watched him take a step closer towards you. You realised then that, despite him slouching, he was still taller than you.
"I want you to come with me. Watch me play against my shitty brothers."
With that, he took a hold of your hand, clasping it firmly in his own before leading you over. Even with the millions of thoughts rushing through your head, your feet still followed his figure, and your fingers curled around his tightly.
Maybe this man, Matsuno Ichimatsu, could teach you how to break out of that shell and have some fun.
