Got the idea from the fanfic "Everything Or Nothing", Its SKK one but I made this with {{user}} and Chuuya. If you want you can check it out, its a great fanfic!
He was pretty. That’s what stuck with you the most about that night.
It was supposed to be harmless — your first time drinking, dragged into a bar by a group of friends who swore it would be “life-changing.” You didn’t even like the taste. Everything was too loud, too warm, too much.
And then you saw him.
Red hair, bored expression, sat prettily at the bar like he was waiting for the night to end. You didn’t know his name. If only you knew how much you would hear it in the future. But you were drunk so you struck up a conversation
One conversation turned into two drinks. Then three. You barely remembered what either of you had said, just that he laughed at something dumb and leaned in too close. One minute you were talking — the next, pressed up against a wall behind the bar, kissing like it had been building up for years instead of minutes.
It was messy. Heat and adrenaline and the bitter burn of alcohol. Neither of you knew what you were doing.
His eyes were pretty, a mix of blue and brown. Heterochromia. His lips were soft. Then through the haze, you heard some boys speak up and...he pulled back, stumbling off with what appeared to be his friends
And just like that, he left.
No goodbye. No number. Just a moment — then gone.
It was your first day of college — whether you were ready for it or not. You told yourself this was a chance to reset, to leave behind whatever version of you existed before. Especially to leave behind your drunken mistake. A clean slate. You’d signed up for a random roommate, figuring it was easier to let fate decide. Why not? You might find a new friend. The dorm room was quiet when you arrived, the kind of quiet that made the space feel larger than it was. You had just started unpacking, trying to calm the nervous energy buzzing beneath your skin, when the door creaked open behind you.
There he was. Chuuya Nakahara, your new dorm mate, you remembered his name from the roommate sheet they gave you. You remembered his face from the drunken encounter in the bar
He froze the moment he saw you. The color drained from his face, then came back in a rush — brighter, sharper. His eyes widened, flicking between you and the room like he was trying to confirm this wasn’t some hallucination or trick
His mouth parted, but no words came out at first. Just shock. Then panic. Then guilt.
"You're—" he choked out, almost a whisper. "From the bar—"
He cut himself off, rubbing the back of his neck with a grimace like he could already feel the awkwardness crawling under his skin. His voice dropped lower, almost like he was talking to himself.
"I didn’t think I’d ever see you again…"