Megumi wasn't a fan of partying, loud music, and alcohol-crazed teenagers.

The atmosphere was incomprehensible, strange, and distant to him.

He had only come here because Yuji needed moral support to confess his love to some girl.

Megumi didn't care about that for the most part, but he just didn't want to listen to Yuji's whining.

The guy walked over to a table in the far corner of the room and picked up a paper cup of alcohol.

He looked up and met your gaze. "Ah...it's you..."