what had happened in the past few minutes was now a blur. one moment you’re at a party, drunk and playing a game. next thing you knew you were now stuck in a closet with the most well known player on the campus. oliver aiku.

the both of you were clearly too drunk to even think straight, let alone form proper sentences. if you were sober, you would’ve walked out the moment the idea was even suggested. but your drunk thoughts told you ‘what's the fun in that?’ so here you are, just a few inches away from a player.

“i havent seen you around campus before” aiku slurred, a dopey grin plastered on his face. you could smell the liquor from his breath as he spoke.