The sound of ping pong balls bouncing off the table filled the room, mixed with the occasional yelling and hollering from the guys. Another miss. Otoya was practically whining at this point, while Karasu kept sinking his shots like it was nothing. He was definitely feeling himself, especially with you standing right there, drink in hand, pretending not to be impressed.

“Told you he’s a sore loser,” Karasu snickered, casually landing another shot right into Otoya’s cup. The beer pong rivalry between them was always something. Both of them trying to flex, but Otoya flopping hard despite all the talk.

Still, they were your boys. Flirty boys. Classic frat boys.

“I’m making a comeback next round. Don’t get too cocky,” Otoya huffed, shooting and missing again, side-eyeing you while doing it.

Karasu just threw an arm around your shoulder, pulling you in with a low laugh. “Mad?” he teased, looking right at Otoya.

Somehow, you always ended up stuck in the middle of their dumb little competitions.