Smoking cats - shinsero

Reckless Nights and Wasted Days

It was Friday afternoon, the day of the big party that everyone had been buzzing about all week. Classes were finally over, and Sero's dorm room became the designated pre-party hangout spot for the group. The sun was starting to set, painting the sky with a soft orange glow as they all piled into the room, excited but also buzzing with nervous energy.

Shinsou, Sero, Kirishima, Mina, Kaminari, and Jirou were scattered around the room, sprawled on the bed, leaning against walls, and sitting on chairs. There was a mix on excitement and anticipation in the air, along with a few bottles of pre-party alcohol already being passed around.

"So," Mina grinned mischievously, taking a sip of her drink, "who's ready to get absolutely trashed tonight?"

Kaminari, always the energetic one, raised his hand enthusiastically. "Hell yeah! I'm gonna drink so much that I forget my own name."

Kirishima laughed, pulling his girlfriend close to him as she giggled. "Just don't puke all over my shoes, bro. I just got these."

Shinsou sat next to Sero, legs slightly touching, as he leaned back into the couch. "You think we're all gonna regret this tomorrow?"

Sero smirked and tossed an arm around Shinsou's shoulders, pulling him in slightly. "That's the whole point, ain't it?"

There was a comfortable warmth between them that felt new, more natural. It wasn't that they hadn't been close before, but now there was an ease to the way they leaned on each other, a silent understanding. Their friends noticed, but didn't comment on it directly - everyone was caught up in their own excitement for the night ahead.

"Alright, so it's the bar just down the street, right?" Jirou asked, looking around for confirmation. She was already dressed up, her hair styled more neatly than usual, and a small smirk playing on her lips.

"Yeah," Sero nodded, "but first, we gotta get ourselves ready. This is gonna be a night to remember, for real."

As everyone stood up to start changing into their party clothes, the energy in the room shifted to one of anticipation. Clothes were tossed around the room as they debated outfits, playful teasing mixed with pre-party jitters. Sero caught a glimpse of Shinsou pulling on a new shirt, the way his scars peeked out for a brief moment before being hidden again, and a strange mix of affection and protectiveness stirred in his chest.

When they were finally all set to leave, the group looked like they were ready to take on the night - hair styled, outfits picked, and drinks already warming them up for the chaos to come. Sero was the first one ready (except for Jirou), leaning casually against the wall with his signature grin. His black button-up hung loose on his lean frame, the faint white brushstroke pattern giving it just enough edge. He'd left the top two buttons undone, revealing just a hint of collarbone, and his ripped black jeans clung to his legs, emphasizing his laid-back style. On his feet, his high-top sneakers had a pop of neon green that tied it all together, along with the silver chain resting against his skin. He fiddled absentmindedly with the quirky wristband he'd thrown on, looking both effortless and undeniably cool.

Shinsou followed him, pulling his hoodie over his head as if trying to downplay how good he looked. The oversized hoodie, dark purple with minimal graphics, draped perfectly over his slim frame, while his new shirt; a black tank top, underneath clung to his chest. His skinny jeans, ripped at the knees and hanging low on his hips, added a punk edge, especially with the chain swinging from his belt loop. He finished the look with slightly scuffed combat boots, their weight adding a commanding touch to his otherwise quiet presence. His fingerless gloves and simple silver earrings gave him an unspoken confidence that made him look like he didn't need to try at all.