Trouble || Kazutora Hanemiya

Trouble 1

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You stumbled your way around the loud crammed house. Headed straight to the bathroom near the winding staircase to relieve your full bladder.

A few minutes ago, you were guzzling down your seventh cup of jungle juice laughing with the girls in the middle of the lively crowd as they egged you on to finish your drink in hand when the sudden urge to-go, hit.

You felt your way to the bathroom with your palms against the smooth wall. A hundred topics snapped rapidly in your mind, a telling sign of your approaching buzz. You wondered whose house you were in, with no real interest or concern for the answer. A sly grin sprouted on your face chuckling to yourself at the next confession, "Hmph~ Who cares."

You were used to following Emma and Hina wherever they said is the next big party.

Finally finding the bathroom, you tumbled your weight inside, steadying yourself once shutting the door behind you.

You were drunk.

Thankfully, you're good at taking care of yourself and listening to your brain's commands, allowing you to function at somewhat of a proper level. Better than other drunks who go past the threshold of no way back and have absolutely no senses left.

Sliding up your silky short black dress, and dropping your black string thong, you hovered in a squat above the urinal to pee. It's a long stream. It made you giggle at the thought of holding a new record. Standing in front of the sink washing your hands, you get a better look at yourself in the mirror. Call it narcissism or whatever, but you loved your reflection all the more intoxicated.

"Ready to head back out, cutie?... Yes, mam!" you drunkenly cheer, confirming your condition with two thumbs up and a quick fluff to your hair. Blowing a quick kiss at the mirror before heading back out to the girls.

The room swayed gently from side to side, not in a nauseating way but in a way that felt oddly fun. Faces and movements blurred slightly as you slipped past people in the crowd, their laughter and chatter blending with the pulsing music. The party lights constantly shifted—blue to red, green to yellow, pink to purple, and back to blue again. The rapid changes were starting to irritate your eyes, the flickering colors pressing uncomfortably against your senses. You pinched the bridge of your nose, hoping to ease the strain.

I think I'm doing better at walking now... You drift off in thought, so as to persuade your brain into believing the lie.

Refocusing back to the task at hand, you realize Emma and Hinata were not where you last left them. Cupping your palms around your squinting eyes you focused on searching for them. Emma was the first you spotted in her dark denim mini skirt, pretty white short sleeved top, her black leather jacket adorned with iron heart rings on the sleeves, and her knee high red velvet platform boots in the distance.

She was talking it up with a really tall, good-looking guy. He had on a black hoodie with a red shirt underneath and some black pants with black leather boots. From where you stood, you could see a dragon tattoo on the side of his clean-shaven head. His black hair is long on the top of his head and kept in a neat braid. Even having a few strands of hair loose in the front. They looked nothing short of hot together. Wonder who found who.

You couldn't help but feel proud of Emma going after a guy like that. The proud moment ended once you realized she was in charge of watching after your drink—Mmcht. Great.

You had no plans on interrupting their conversation, unless needed. When she finally glances in your direction, you raise your brows quickly to communicate at a distance through signals alone.

Raised brows; "Need help?"

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, a subtle signal for you to stay out of it. Her flirtatious laugh followed something her playmate said, and she quickly shifted her attention back to their conversation.

"Hmph~ Okay, I wonder where Hina is then? ..." you lowly whisper, searching your surroundings again.

As you made your way back through the crowd of dancing people toward the kitchen, Hinata's side profile caught your eye at the last second.

You take a few steps back in surprise, caught off guard by the sight of her kissing some messy black-haired guy on the stairway. There wasn't much about him that stood out, but Hinata looked content. She wasn't the type to make out with just anyone, so seeing her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and her body pressed deeply into his embrace told you everything you needed to know.

The guy she's making out with is not nearly as tall as Emma's company, but he seems cute. He's wearing a black t-shirt with a black and white letterman jacket over it, some beige knee-length shorts, black crew socks, and black and white dunks.

Their kissing intensifies, and they pause to teasingly smirk at each other, making you shudder realizing you've been staring a bit too much now. "Well, Shit. Guess she doesn't need help either," you exhale a sigh remembering she had your phone in her purse.

"Dammit. So much for a girls' night out," you can't help but grumble, annoyed that they are both enjoying themselves with guys despite you all agreeing beforehand not to hook up with anyone tonight.

You weren't mad, just a little bummed. You were already drunk, but neither of the girls seemed to be on your level yet—especially now that they'd each found themselves a boy toy for the night.

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A/N: Howdy y'all! If this is your first time reading Trouble, I hope you have fun 
and enjoy it. Trigger warning this fanfic is only for mature readers from this point forward. If this is not your first time reading Trouble, thank you for your patience! I said I was going to take it down to edit, and improve my crappy writing. Hope I have done so in this version, pls vote ♡!