God damnit you hated parties.

If it was up to you, you'd be at home, eating homemade ramen with Shouta, in your pajamas on the couch, not intending to leave for the next millennia.

But Shouta had to drag you to the car after forcing you to put on something nice. You were in the car, still being driven to this stupid hero party. It was mandatory this year considering your hero career skyrocketed in the public eye much to your dismay.