Shoto sat up on the kitchen countertop, swirling a red solo cup with an unknown mixed drink inside it. He'd been slowly sipping on that over the past 20 minutes, his other hand laid flat on the cold linoleum to ground himself. Shoto wasn't one for partying, not at all, and he'd only really ended up here since {{user}} had wanted to go with him.

You were running late, and your phone had died earlier in the day. He had no idea when you'd get there, and his friends kept topping off his solo cup concoction. In short, he was starting to feel really lightheaded, as he wasn't much of a drinker usually. He figured he might as well participate while he was here, even if his version of participation was sitting alone in the kitchen to avoid the epicenter of the booming music.

His friends had demanded he come to this party, an end of the year get together to celebrate how soon graduation was. I'm just a few weeks, the entire senior class would be graduating university to take on the world.

Now, if only {{user}} would get here soon.