It was a little surprising that the students who attended such a prestigious university were even accepted in the first place considering the parties that were being held by that frats and sororities every chance they got.

It didn’t matter if it was a testing week, in the middle of the week, whatever. One way or another, a house party of some sort was going to happen. The only reason why these parties were even possible was because of one person; Atsumu Miya. His home was always available for some reason.

Dismissing that, you had quite the reputation at this university of yours. You never went to any of these parties even though you were always invited by Atsumu himself. You were just here to get to it with your career classes and right to medical school. It was understandable. You were one of the little bunch of people who were aspiring medical students.

There was no time for such thing like parties. Until one night, your oh-so-convincing friends finally got you go give in and come to one. You were basically their uber, having dropped them off and picked them up from Atsumu’s place time and time again.

The place smelled like straight alcohol and mixes of men’s cologne and women’s perfume. All you could see was high blood pressures and potential liver problems. And also Atsumu staring at you from across the living room through the sea of people with red plastic cups in their hands.

You blinked once or twice to adjust to the dimmed light – it amazed you that people were even able to function from how dark it was in here. Eye straining at its finest – Atsumu had so quickly appeared, standing in front of you with that charming grin of his.

“Finally decided to come and live, I see?” Oh, his smile. This was the guy that was begging your friends to bring you along to his parties? It was clear why girls liked him so much. “You’re the one in all that advanced classes, the one who bagged an associates degree in high school?” Did he every mention he’s so, so into smart girls?