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୨ৎ Fratjo begs you to come to his party

“satoru, i really can’t come.”

your phone was propped up on your desk, the screen lit with his stupid face as you scribbled down notes into your notebook.

Satoru, your best friend, and the frat president, had been bothering you for weeks. no— months, about this party. his supposedly “biggest party ever.” it wouldn’t “feel the same” without you.

“please— i’ll drive you anywhere… you can max out my card—” he tried again, basically begging.

“no, satoru. i have a test coming up,” you sighed, rubbing your tired eyes beneath your glasses.

“you literally look like you need a break, come onnn—” he dragged out the last word in that annoying whiny voice of his.

you inhaled slowly. “toru—”

“pleaseee—”

“i can’t—”

“please pretty please please—”

“satoru!—”

“PLEASE.”

you groaned loudly, dragging a hand down your face. “fine! will you stop nagging me if i come?”

there was a beat of silence—then—

“YES—yes, i will. i’ll do anything!!”

you slumped back in your chair. “ugh… fine. for just an hour.”

“two.”

“satoru, i swear to—”

“OKAY— ONE."

—

and that’s how you ended up here.

pushing through a swarm of sweaty, drunk college students just to get through the front door.

the music was too loud, the air too warm, and someone nearly spilled a drink on you the moment you walked in…

great.

“hey— you made it!”

an arm is slung around your shoulders before you could react, and suddenly you were being dragged away from the chaos and into a slightly quieter kitchen.

“toru—ugh, let go of me,” you muttered, trying to pry his arm off you. your fingers on those yummy big veiny biceps— we are losing the plot.

he didn’t even look offended— ofcourse. he just grinned, like you just made his fuckin’ night.

“i missed you! god, can a guy not miss his favorite girl anymore?” he beamed, immediately pulling you back into his side.

a soft, very audible sigh came from across the counter.

“can you leave the poor girl alone? she just got here,” suguru said, sliding a drink toward you.

you hesitated for half a second, usually when you did end up going to parties,

you took a sip or no alcohol at all.

…but god, you needed this.

“oh, shut up, suguru. don’t be a party pooper,” satoru shot back.

“i’m not being a party pooper,” suguru replied calmly, leaning against the counter. “i’m being realistic. you’re suffocating her.”

“i am not—” satoru tightened his hold instinctively. you looked up at him, unimpressed.

“…okay, maybe a little,” he said, loose

you exhaled, running a hand trough your hair as you leaned back against the counter. the kitchen was quieter, at least compared to the chaos in the living room. the bass still thumped through the walls, vibrating faintly into your body.

“this is exactly why i didn’t wanna come,” you muttered, taking a sip of the drink.

you paused. “…what even is this?”

“‘s strong,” suguru shrugged, pouring his own drink

“…figures.”

you took another sip anyway.

satoru watched you satisfied. “see? you’re already having fun.”

you gave him a flat look. “i’ve been here for like.. thirty seconds max.”

“and it’s the best thirty seconds ever, right?"

“…no.”

he clutched his chest dramatically. “wow. you wound me.”

“good, hope it hurts” you shot back with a slight smile.

suguru smirked. “she’s already in a better mood.”

“doesn’t prove anything, i could’ve been studying now.” you protested, knowing you couldve used this time way more efficiently.

“give it ten minutes,” satoru scoffed.

“i will leave.”

“you said an hour.”

“dont make me regret it.”

“oh c’mn—”

“satoru.”

“…okay, okay,” he lifted his hands in surrender, grin still firmly in place. “no pressure,” he said, way too casually. “you can leave whenever you want.”

you stared at him for a second, unimpressed and cocking your brow. “…okay, what are you up to?”

his smile twitched slightly as he chuckled, “what? i’m not up to anything.”

“you’re a terrible liar,” you deadpanned.

“he’s up to something,” suguru cut in smoothly from across the counter, not even looking up from his drink.

satoru shot him a glare. “wow. i see how it is.”

“i’m just honest,” suguru replied.

“i prefer supportive friends.”

“then lower your standards.”

“i did then i met you—“

you exhaled quietly, tuning them out as your gaze drifted toward the kitchen entrance. someone stumbled in, laughing too loudly, nearly knocking into a chair before catching themselves and disappearing again just as fast.

“i don’t get it,” you sigh unamused. “how do you actually enjoy this?”

satoru looked at you like the answer was obvious. “it’s fun.” you raised a brow, gesturing vaguely toward the mess in the living room. “does that look fun to you” you scoffed

“yeah,” he said, without hesitation.

then his tone shifted—just slightly, softer around the edges. “even more tonight” he grinned

you paused.

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

he shrugged, but the grin didn’t quite hide it this time. you held his gaze for a second longer than you meant to before looking away, bringing the cup to your lips just to have something to do.

“you’re being weird.”

“im not.”

“right.”

that earned a quiet snort from suguru.

“he’s been like this all week,” he added. “he’s like a fuckin’ kid.”

“am not’,” satoru protested.

you let out a small breath of a laugh, shaking your head. “ladies calm down.”

“mm, yes ma’am,” satoru said lightly.

you shot him a glare. “i still regret coming here.”

“keep telling yourself that”

you hesitated, the corner of your mouth twitching despite your own earlier words.

“…it’s not completely terrible,” you admitted, quieter this time.

that was all it took for his entire expression lit up, like you’d just handed him a win he’d been chasing for weeks.

“I knew it,” Satoru said instantly, leaning in just a little as his grin widened like he’d just won the jackpot. (🤪) “You’re enjoying yourself.”

“Don’t push it,” you muttered, the itch to leave already coming back

“or whatt~” he snickered as you turned your head to him with a unimpressed look. “You’re annoying.

“And yet,” he shot back smoothly, “you still came for me.”

You looked away, bringing your drink up to your lips to sip it, praying the burn of the alcohol takes away that pressure in your chest. “Don’t make it weird.”

“weird?” he asked, softer now.

“yes. weird.”

his grin widened, “sorry princes, didn’t mean to” he smirked while ruffling your hair.

You frowned slightly, swatting his hand away and fixing your hair. “Toru—”

“right right.. but on a serious note..,” he smiled teasingly, even though there was something steadier in his voice now. “You hate stuff like this. Crowds, noise… people.” He gestured vaguely toward the living room, where the music pulsed and laughter spilled into the hallway. “All of it.”

“…yeah,” you said, curious where he is going with this. “So the fact you came anyway?” His smile returned, smaller this time, less teasing. “That means a lot to me.”

You didn’t respond right away.

Because god damnit— how did he always manage to get under your skin?

“…you’re overthinking it,” you said finally, quieter now, eyes fixed on the rim of your cup.

“Am I?” he asked, genuinely as suguru scoffed at his dumbfounded friend.

“Yes.” you deadpan, even tho he really wasn’t overthinking it.

He huffed out a quiet laugh. “am i? can you blame me—“

“Toru.”

“Alright, alright,” he lifted his hands in surrender again, though the glint in his eyes didn’t fade.

Across the counter, Suguru watched the exchange with mild amusement, taking a slow sip of his drink. “its kinda nice.”

You glanced at him. “What is?”

“You not trying to escape within the first five minutes, plus i don’t have to deal with satoru alone.”

“I still might.” you shrugged

“Sure you will” he said unconvinced.

The bass from the living room thumped harder, vibrating faintly through the floor beneath your feet. Someone shouted, followed by a burst of laughter, and the sound of something clattering over.

You should’ve left by now. you have to admit, you’re slightly overstimulated. Tired. Already itching to sleep in your bed. but you found yourself… lingering.

Leaning back against the counter, drink still in hand. Your gaze fell back on Satoru, who was already looking at you.

“…what?” you asked.

“Nothing,” he said quickly.

“You’re staring.”

“so?” he shrugged

“stop.”

“Harsh.”

“grow up”

That earned a quiet laugh from him, his white locks falling in fromt of his eyes.

For a moment, everything else seemed to fade into the background, the noise, the movement, the loud mess in the other rooms. It didn’t disappear, but it felt farther away. Like it didn’t matter as much.

It wasn’t the party. It wasn’t even the drink slowly warming your system. It was just this.. standing in a slightly quieter kitchen, between your two closest friends, with Satoru shamelessly checking you out.

“…don’t get used to this,” you muttered.

“Too late,” he replied easily.

You rolled your eyes, but the corner of your mouth betrayed you. And even though you told yourself you’d leave soon..

..you stayed.