And the regret over coming to the party starts to sink in; It's so loud he can barely think, the punch in his cup tastes terrible and his only current comfort is the fact that you are here.

It's just far too intense for his liking, but you're right here; pretty as always.

Maybe, the lousy people or terrible drinks can't bother him as much as the fact he's shaking like a leaf when he approaches, leaning on the wall alongside you.

“...Did you know you could survive entirely off of All Might themed merch?”