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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗘 ─◌✰್ 𝗇𝖾𝗐𝗌𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗘
─◌✰್ 𝗇𝖾𝗐𝗌𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁









After a year of online school, Sakusa had forgotten just how much he absolutely loathed parties

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After a year of online school, Sakusa had forgotten just how much he absolutely loathed parties.

First, he barely made it through the entryway, when he got knocked into the wall by Nishinoya and Tanaka, who were wrestling. Then, he'd nearly thrown up in his mouth when three separate people spilled alcohol on his black t-shirt. And the final straw had been when a glob of Bokuto's spit landed on his cheek.

Yeah, he would be standing in the corner for the rest of the night, thank you very much.

It wasn't necessarily that he hated germs or alcohol, or even that he hated each person individually. It was when all of those things were put together, that he became overwhelmed, and decided it was better that he entirely remove himself from the situation.

What had he been thinking, signing up to join Delta Chi? All for the mere chance at getting a glimpse of you? What if you didn't want to see him? What if you spat in his face, similar to what Bokuto had just done a few minutes ago, but with more venom?

The rest of the new pledges crowded in the entryway, making Sakusa exceptionally grateful that he'd found space of his own. He'd been surprised at the amount of newbies. He wasn't sure who in their right mind would willingly join a frat. Although he supposed he couldn't judge too harshly. He was here, too.

"Where's the alcohol??" yelled Kindaichi, a first-year with spiky hair. "And all the hot girls!"

Kita, who was in charge of showing them inside, pointed in the direction of the bar, where a bunch of older students were milling about, taking shots, and drinking cocktails.

Sakusa squinted, hoping to catch a glimpse of you over there. He wasn't sure how crazy of a partier you'd become here at MTokyo, but he could assume very. When he didn't see you, he turned back to the other pledges, hoping they would move along, so he could have some peace and quiet, and time to properly look for you.

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