Nakahara Chuuya had been dating Kazuma Koike for about three years now. They'd gotten together only two months after he'd broken up with Dazai Osamu, so, they were basically a rebound that had spiraled out of control. They weren't... great for each other, so to say. Koike wasn't good in bed (Chuuya could admit that he was spoiled in that regard, used to Dazai's... er... level of skill), rude, temperamental, unthoughtful, unromantic, and Chuuya would go so far as to say he doesn't care about Chuuya for more than his money and body. Regardless of how shitty Koike was, they were together.

They fought often and aggressively, and one of those fights was today.

"─It's not my fault you're a total slut!" Koike growled, shoving his red solo-cup in Chuuya's direction accusingly.

Chuuya snapped, "Maybe I'd be less of a slut if you could actually make me cum! Your dick is so small I can blow you without gagging once, and you can't even find my clit, yet you wonder why I have a vibe."

"Has it ever occurred to you that not everyone has a ten inch monster cock like your ex?"

"Oh! You're insecure!"

The party around them murmured, the music almost seeming less loud over the sound of their arguing. People whispered to each other as the couple argued. A few people made "dinner and a show" comments as they fought.

"That's it, I'm done arguing. This is over," Chuuya shouted and no one really knew if he meant the relationship or the argument as he turned on his heels and stormed off.

Someone in the back of the crowd moved, following from a distance. Chuuya downed the rest of his liquor and tossed it in the trash as he walked to the bathroom. He knew coming to this shitty frat(? Does it count as a frat?) party would be a bad idea, but he agreed to go with Koike anyways because he was promised good liquor.

I need a drink... But he was already tipsy anyways. I'm gonna call an Uber. Later, though. Chuuya leaned on the wall of the bathroom, staring into the mirror grumpily before he closed his eyes, and sighed.