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【 ᴡᴇᴅɴᴇꜱᴅᴀʏ
ᴛɪᴍᴇ: 9:20 ᴘᴍ 】
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ᴘʟᴀʏʟɪꜱᴛ
spotify: project x fr
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you snap your fingers in getos face as the two of you play against eachother on a ps5 yuta found in his old room, ''fuck you suck at this game.''
''shut up bro.'' geto shoves you back as the two of you focused back on the zombie game when you realised you were both dying, a big red X played across geto's half of the screen. ''fuck.'' he sat back in annoyance as you shove your middle finger with your tongue out, placing down the controller and pulling out your credit card to line up. you fold up a money note and drag it across the line while sniffing, lifting your head back up when itadori announced himself.
''what the fuck are you wearing?'' geto's eyes squinted, slightly red from him previously smoking. the pinkette probably raided yuta's father's closet and stolen a fucking suit, even megumi looked at him concerned.
''i don't know, i was snooping.'' itadori shrugged his shoulders, jumping over the couch and sitting beside you to snake the controller. not for long though, yuta appeared and opened both doors whilst turning his head towards you.
''y/n you should come see this..''
you raise a brow in confusion and stroll over to yuta, your eyes widening slightly at the sight. could be atleast 50 cars pulling up, maybe more you cant seem to count as they slowly pooled into the mansions driveway.
''holy shit...'' you whispered, a smile of excitement itching across your face as yuta grinned and left you at the door to go turn on the dj speakers you bought along with the inbuilt speakers within the house and even outside where the pool was. the sight of multiple girls in cute clothes and guys holding packets of beer, you bite your lip and walk to where geto was. the house already dull and set with colour changing lights, tables filled with cups to where the pool area was. the rumbling of the first song vibrating the area, surely this was going to piss off any nearby rich folk but you couldn't give the slightest fuck about what they thought. this was your time. glancing back at the groups of people that came inside the house, a lot of them rushing to greet you as you led them towards the pool.
