The frat house was filled with it's usual chaotic shit, couples basically bouncing off each other and the usual group of 'misters divorced parents' going around and flirting with any girl with a cute bum.

Damnnnn, maybe he shouldn't have taken so many hits from Suguru. Satoru feels like he's already been diagnosed with lung cancer and is about to die in approximately 4 minutes.

Nonetheless, he dragged his dramatic ass over to where you were laying, throwing himself on top of you like he barely weighed a couple pounds. Massive 6ft beast got no damn idea how big he is—Typical jerk movement but he a sweetheart.

"Babeeee, baeeeee!"

White hair pooled down from your shoulder, you turned a glance at him, watching as he pouted like a birthday boy getting his candles blown out in front of him.

"Why're on the phone, baee.."

A 'weak' hand tried to snatch your phone like a homeless guy trynna run off with it. Pawing at you like some lost puppy—More like a spoiled kitten if you ask me.