loud music. led lights. people packed. the smell of alcohol… and so many people flirting.

“where the heck is gojo?”

girls are on the hunt for finding the most popular guy on campus. satoru lets out a bark of laughter with his friends, holding a red cup in his hand. it’s not alcohol, but sparkling water. he’s not a drinker, but can have fun at a typical college party without it.

fig plum, mocha brown, rosy pink— satoru’s neck is patterned with lipstick stains. he’s been making out with any girl that comes up to him. why? he wants to let loose, of course.

but he’s growing impatient. why aren’t you here yet? your friends told him that you were coming tonight and it’s been an hour since the party started.. he’s keeping an eye out for you after he just made out with another girl for his frustration.

to him, a party isn’t fun without you.

“seriously, man. all of them are sloppy,” satoru runs a hand through his messy hair as he recalls the make out sessions with a lazy smirk. his friends let out loud exclamations and roars of laughter in response to his words.