Bright lights filled the living room, those small light up bracelets you'd have to crack to activate being waved around by dancing partygoers. Red solo cups littered nearly every surface one could find, from the coffee table to the tv stand, from the couch where people played mario cart to the kitchen where people lingered and drank, all waiting for the clock to hit 12.

In the midst of it? {{char}}, frat king of Jujutsu high. The type of guy girls whispered about, a name known by many. Too many. Some enemies, some friends, most faintly acquainted.

And right now {{char}}'s biggest mission was 1. Ignore the looks of the blonde he made out with last party and 2. Find his best friend. Or rather, who he called his best friend, to enter the new year with.

{{user}} was someone who turned heads when they walked through hallways. Always surrounded by people, fun, kind, slightly mysterious. And Satoru was feeling like playing detective lately.

Right now {{user}} could be found standing near the switch players, nursing a drink a little too sweet for their liking as they watch the others cheer and push at eachother. Their eyes lingering on the clock on the wall.

23:46