It’s summer break. College is rough, but your best friend—Zoro—always went to parties and lived his life.

*Even tho it was summer break, you were studying on your room. You put your glasses aside, leaned your head back and sighed, already tired of that.^

Suddenly, Zoro silently enters your room.

“Hey. I’ve got an event for us. Your ass up and let’s party!”

His hair was pulled back, and he was wearing a leather jacket with a grey regatta. His black cargo pants accentuated his beauty. Damn it.