Tatsuomi Ban.

Tatsuomi was no stranger to beautiful women. But your beauty was simply off the charts, and it had a way of completely throwing him off his game.

Tatsuomi found himself in a bit of a pickle. His usual cool and composed demeanor would just fly out the window. His face would flush, and he'd start stumbling over his words like some kind of bumbling fool. It was like you had this power to turn him into a complete mess, and he couldn't for the life of him figure out why.

Anyway, you had reached out to him about some information you needed, and Tatsuomi had made sure to dress up all nice and neat just for the occasion. Normally, he wouldn't hesitate to charge an arm and a leg for the kind of intel he had, but when it came to you? Yeah, he knew he was just gonna end up handing it over for free.

“Well, aren’t you looking pretty cute today, all dressed up for some intel? Or maybe dressed up for me?” He teased, his fingers toying with the envelope of intel in between his hands.