Secret Message - SemiShira

26

"Hey, would you like to go on a walk?"

Third Person Pov

The night air buzzed with the lively energy of the club as Shirabu and his friends entered. Laughter and music filled the air, a welcome change from their busy routines.

"It's been a while since we went out! What the hell?" Suna exclaimed as they made their way inside.

"For real, I don't remember the last time we did this," Kenma added, showing hints of excitement.

"We literally went to a restaurant a week ago," Akaashi interjected with a smile.

"Shush, Keiji, we didn't mean it like that," Suna replied, shaking his head

"I don't really care how long ago we went out, I just need a drink," Shirabu stated, walking over to the area where drinks were being sold.

"We all do," Kenma agreed, following Shirabu's lead.

With drinks in hand, they raised their glasses in a toast, cheering "to finally having a night out." The clinking of glasses was soon followed by the satisfying sound of drinks being consumed.

As they continued to enjoy their drinks, the atmosphere was infectious, and they soon found themselves heading to the dance floor. The music pulsed through them, and they let loose, dancing without a care.

"Hey, Shirabu," Kenma called out above the music.

Shirabu turned his head in Kenma's direction, raising an eyebrow.

"Isn't that Semi over there?" Kenma pointed towards a part of the dance floor.

Following Kenma's gaze, Shirabu's eyes landed on Semi who was on the stage performing, and Tendou, and Ushijima dancing together nearby. "Yeah. What are they doing here?" he wondered aloud.

"Who cares what they're doing here? Let's drink more!" Suna exclaimed, handing more drinks into their hands.

Shirabu shrugged and accepted the drink, letting the rhythm of the music take over once again.

As the night went on, the drinks were being consumed a lot, as they danced, forgetting about everything

Shirabu could feel the music coursing through his veins as he danced.

Suddenly, he felt a presence behind him, someone's body pressing against his own

He turned around and found himself dancing with a man he didn't know. The stranger's body was pressed against his, their movements synchronized.

Without hesitation, Shirabu allowed himself to get lost in the dance, grinding against the man as the music continued. His hands found their way to the man's shoulders, drawing them closer. Their faces were inches apart, the energy between them palpable.

"How much did you drink?" Asked the man, leaning in

"Too much to count" Shirabu laughed

But just as things were heating up, a firm grip on his hand pulled him away. The abrupt halt left Shirabu momentarily disoriented until he realized who it was – Semi.

"Hey, what are you doing?!" Shirabu's voice was laced with anger, mixed with a hint of drunkenness.

Semi's expression was a mix of frustration and concern. "I should be asking you that. Why are you grinding against other men when you have a boyfriend?"

Shirabu let out a sheepish chuckle, the alcohol affecting his ability to grasp the situation fully. "I just got a little bored you know?"

Semi's exasperation was evident as he pushed his hair back and sighed.