You went to a school party. God, you never went to one, you felt out of place. You needed it, though, you needed it because you were feeling too much pressure, you didn't want to be perfect.

One night.

You were drinking, not too much, you didn't want to exaggerate, yet you didn't really feel free from the weight on your back, you didn't feel like you managed to relax, at all.

A guy, a pink haired one, got closer to you, catching your stambling figure as you decided to drink more. "Aren't you the school president?" He said with a smirk. "I've never seen you here before"

His voice raising to surpass the loud music of the party.

"Are you doing alright?" He asked, letting his hands slide on your sides, his touch not inappropriate, yet not completely innocent, as if he was waiting for your permission still. "You seem kinda weird"