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male!reader x hanemiya kazutora
"you look like shit," baji snickered, looking you up and down, "party hard last night?"
"shut up, baji," you remarked, grimacing at the fact that you looked just as hungover as you felt. mikey, chifuyu, baji, and kazutora stood at your door with their school uniforms on and their backpacks slung on their shoulders. it was nothing new; you'd been walking to school with them since the sixth grade. you lived so close together, it only made sense.
the only difference now was that today was your first day of high school.
last night, baji had thrown an end-of-summer party, inviting mainly toman members. you couldn't remember much, because a lot of drinking took place. which led you to remember a very specific occurrence that happened last night when you made eye contact with kazutora. you felt your cheeks heat up and your heartbeat quicken slightly.
"hey," kazutora greeted with a soft smile on his face, the casualty in his tone surprising you.
"h-hey," you stammered, failing to play it cool. both your hands were holding onto the straps of your backpack for dear life, so much so that your knuckles were turning white.
"you guys ready to go?" mikey urged from the sidewalk, standing a couple feet away from the rest of them.
the five of you made your way to school, and whilst your friends were conversing amongst themselves, including kazutora, you couldn't help but replay in your head what had happened last night.
"you're insane," you laughed, your words slurring uncontrollably.
"i know," kazutora cocked his head at you, a smirk plastered across his face, "come on, i wanna show you something."
kazutora slipped his hand into yours and pulled you through the crowd of people, drunk and loud at every turn. the two of you exited baji's apartment door, entering the hallway before he dragged you towards the staircase. you were beyond wasted, and your vision was beginning to give up on you.
all you could see-- all you could feel, was kazutora's hand in yours.
you followed him up the flight of stairs, giggling and stumbling on the way until you reached a door to the roof. he pushed it open and a cool breeze prominently hit you in the face. the sky was pitch black, except for the blue gradient that elicited from the moon. the dark sky ended at the lights of shibuya city.
