He had never been to Japan before. It felt like his mind was blown for every step he walked behind AJ Styles. The man had chuckled and called him a kid at how Matt squealed by every cute little thing saw behind ever corner on the streets. “But they are so cute and adorable and I wanna eat them up!” He grinned as they walked down a busy street. “You wanna eat them up?” AJ shook his head as he opened a door for Matt. The Canadian didn't reply, because suddenly they were inside a big hall, a ring in the middle with chairs around it. “It’s giant!” Matt said in awe, he truly hadn’t expected the arena to be of this size. He knew that indie wrestling was really taking off, but it was something else to see it. 

AJ wasn’t one to wait for him, he was gone before Matt could blink and suddenly he was by himself. It would have been fine if he actually knew Japanese and could speak to the people buzzing around, but being only able to speak english, he felt awkwardly out of place. Not many knew that the Canadian was shy, he was pretty sure being in tight pants that truly hugged his ass and crotch on TV was not defined as being shy, but being in a new situation in a unfamiliar country made him unsure. So he gravitated towards the one thing in the room that he knew, the ring. “Wow, AJ, way to leave a guy hanging around,” Matt rested his back against the ring, looking around himself at what was going on. 

Matt hurried through the crowd of people backstage. After finishing a segment with his tag team partner, the proclaimed prince pretty was ready to get changed and head out of the arena. He had plans and an itch to scratch. It had been weeks, even months in the works, being a shy Canadian it had taken a lot of research and an hour of finding the right outfit this morning. Being a part of the “Fashion Police” in the WWE, Matt needed to keep up with the appearance in his free time, even though fashion wasn't his strongest side. After throwing on some black skinny jeans his mother would moan over the holes in them and a sleeveless shirt from one of his favorite bands, Bring Me The Horizon, Matt was ready to hit the town. 

He had no idea how many times he had turned around and walked back to the hotel, his heart pounding in his chest. Thoughts racing through his mind, ‘what the fuck was he doing?’, ‘no one would ever find him attractive enough’, ‘did he just wait for someone to talk to him or did he have to reach out? What if they were already taken and he started a fight? Or that they would turn him down?’. Fixing his ponytail for the eleventh time, Matt was nearly shaking from the stress. “Fuck, dude, just find the place and go inside. Don’t think too much, just freaking do it. Come on,” he smiled to a woman and a man walking past him, both staring at him with a strange expression, clearly hearing his pep talk to himself. Another 20 minutes and Matt was ready to crawl out of his skin. Deciding defeat, his head hanging low, disappointment and sadness rushing off of his body. It was just too much, he wanted to try a BDSM club so badly, but even though being an entertainer on TV every week, he was shy and the fear overcame his being. Deciding that it was a good time to indulge in some hot chocolate and the biggest sweet he could find, he saw a coffee shop. “Rainbow Spa?” He whispered as he opened the door and stepped inside. Not sure if his outfit really fit the scene, he looked down as he ordered a hot chocolate from the person behind the counter. “And can you give me like the biggest sweet you have? I might even take two, jeebus knows I really need it,” he chuckled sadly, a hand rubbing over his biceps in a protecting manner.