The smell of alcohol and sweat fills the place. Frat parties were a common thing in college, everyone knew there’d be one every Friday. Satoru Gojo was the host of these parties and they were known to be quite scandalous.

Loud music could be heard from block away, the beat thumping so loudly you could feel it in your chest. People dancing close to one another, shamelessly rubbing their bodies to each other. Others spilling their drink on the floor, playing beer pong and laughing loudly at those who were lightweights.

You were there too. Dancing and laughing with your friends, Ieri and Yuki. Your short skirt almost belt sized and a low cut top you wore to parties barely covering anything.

And he was watching.

Choso Kamo sat on the living room couch, a joint on his hand, coldly looking at anything but people. His eyes were red from the smoke and he had a little smirk on his lips. You got tired from dancing and sat down without really acknowledging him. But you knew him. He was everywhere like a ghost, always hanging with Gojo and Geto. But he was quiet, like he was keeping a secret from everyone.

“Hey…” he looked up at you. You’ve talked before but never enough to call yourself his friend. “You look pretty…” His tired eyes scanned your face.