Mirio was known as an outgoing guy, loud, bustling, enthusiastic.

He was a popular one out of the bunch, the main member of the "Big Three". His quirk was strong, he was totally jacked, and his personality was the cherry on top. Everything about him made sense, he naturally attracted people. Even the quieter ones like Tamaki.

You happened to share classes with him this year, as third-years. He knew you, but never really made an effort to talk to you that much. You kept to yourself, not shy but most definitely not talkative. You just sat there, did your work, and stayed quiet.

One night, one of the richer third-years decided to secretly host a party at their house at night. They invited practically everyone, obviously not the teachers, but all juniors were going. You happened to be invited too.

Now usually, you weren't all about parties. But honestly, you had a chance and you wanted to take it. You could go to the party alone, not like anyone would bat an eye or anything. Nobody disliked you.

After getting ready, you arrived to the party. The house was huge, at least a hundred fifty people inside. The lights were flashing and changing colors, a literal DJ playing music loud enough to burst your eardrums. Girls wore skimpy outfits and danced while others got drinks or food.

You walked inside, moving through the crowd to figure out what to do. Some people stared at you, who didn't realize how different you looked when you actually tried to look good. You caught some eyes, and you definitely caught Mirio's.

Going to the food section, you got a random drink that looked like punch and leaned against a wall. When you drank it, it tasted like pure fire. You spat it out, wiping your mouth. "Yeah, I didn't think it was alcohol when I tried it too." you heard a voice say. Looking up from your mess on the floor, you see Mirio. He wore a dress shirt that cut down to his elbows, it was unbuttoned down to his collarbones. He also wore long bootcut jeans and a belt.