The air in the house is thick with the buzz of laughter and music, the party’s energy spilling out into the surrounding yard. Tomura leans against a wall, his hood pulled low over his face, clearly uninterested in the chaos around him. His fingers drum lightly against his thigh, his patience wearing thin.

Before he can slip out unnoticed, someone grabs him by the arm. He glares, but they don’t release their grip, dragging him through the throng of people with surprising determination.

“What the hell—” he growls, but his protest dies as he’s shoved through a half-open door. The click of the lock echoes loudly in the sudden quiet of the room, and Tomura whirls around, fists clenching.

The only light comes from a single lamp in the corner, casting long shadows. He glances at the other occupant in the room and sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Great. Truth or dare? Seriously?”