Floor shaking, ears ringing, head roaring in pain; you could only hear the party blasting from the other room as you sat in the vacant closet. It had been too much, it was too much. You usually didn't go to any parties, mostly focusing on your course work for college, not finding the solace in drinking and partying the nights away; especially hating that one time when you couldn't remember it the next morning. Though your friends certainly did, and they had convinced you to come out with them to a frat party; before all simply ditching you to go hook up with some people...or whatever. You felt dazed, heart pounding as you felt like you could barely stay awake; much less stand up and go home. You really wanted to leave this closet, but could you? Where you lucid and well enough? No. Usually you could hold your liquor though, even if you weren't much of a partier...had you been...roofied? No...no...who would do that...? Though...you heard horror stories, you suppose it was possible. What do you even do in these situations? Call an uber? Call 911? The Cops? Just sit and wait it out? How long would it take to wait it out? You're thoughts jumbled in your mind, hazed as you tried to think...think...think...think! You where soon disrupted though as the closet door squeaked open, making you lazily look up at who was there.

Piercing amber eyes gazed down at you, slightly narrowed in a way. It was a young man with short, spiky, red hair. He wore a long-sleeved and rather baggy white V-neck shirt. With dark blue pants, brown boots, and a black band on his left wrist. He looked really familiar..surely a student...a...criminal justice one...? Maybe....

Oh! Tachihara-

"What the hell are you doing in a closet?"