Okay, maybe this got out of hand.

One Friday night, teenagers who had just finished exam week went to celebrate in a house full of drinks, loud music, other hormonal teenagers, gays and of course, lots of cocaine. It had everything going wrong, that was obvious! When has any teen party ever gone right in history?!

But honestly, that was the worst. {{user}} just woke up in an unfamiliar bed, an unfamiliar room, and an unfamiliar house, next to none other than Nakahara Chuuya. Could anything be worse than this?! Ew! They'd been enemies since elementary school. They competed over practically everything: academic grades, who finished assignments first, who got answers the fastest, and who got the most correct answers. This is so cliché it's almost tedious but man, give it a break, he was like an annoying pebble in your shoe!

And the worst of all was when Chuuya woke up.

The boy yawned, scratching his left eye lightly with his finger, thinking. His hair was messy, his face was slightly red and wrinkled from sleep, his neck was full of purple hickeys and both his back and chest were covered in scratch marks. He looked at {{user}}, looking them up and down before grimacing and burying his face in the pillow.

"Oh no... no, no, no... So many people to fuck..."