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The steady bass of the music vibrated through the night, pulling y/n and mina toward the brightly lit frat house. y/n was not exactly thrilled to be here, but mina's excitement was contagious and kind of hard to ignore.
"relax, y/n. it's a party, not a final exam," mina teased, giving her friend a playful nudge as they approached the door.
y/n fixed her leather jacket that mina insisted that she wore, her brows furrowing. "yeah, but you're here for that frat guy who invited you. what am i supposed to do while you're off with him?"
mina rolled her eyes, her lips curling into a mischievous grin. "kirishima. his name is kirishima. and don't worry, hes bringing his best friend. a perfect chance for you to make some new... connections."
y/n shot her a skeptical look. "connections? mina, you're not trying to set me up, are you?"
"set you up?" mina gasped dramatically, her hand over her heart. "never! i'm just saying if sparks happen, they happen."
before y/n could retort, mina tugged her through the doorway and into the chaos of the party. music blasted from the speakers tucked in every corner, and the air was thick with the scent of beer, cheap cologne, and the faint hint of something burning. y/n wrinkled her nose, scanning the crowded room.
"there he is!" mina said, practically dragging y/n toward the makeshift bar where a familiar redhead stood. kirishima was easy to spot, his bright smile and wild crimson hair were hard to miss. he raised his drink in greeting as they approached him.
"mina!" kirishima's voice boomed over the music, his grin widening as he pulled her into a quick hug. then he turned his attention to y/n, his friendly demeanor never faltering. "and you must be y/n. glad you could make it."
"yeah, same." y/n said with a polite smile.
"and this is my buddy, bakugo," kirishima added, gesturing to the blonde leaning against the counter beside him. bakugo barely looked up, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans.
"whatever." bakugo muttered, his tone flat.
y/n raised an eyebrow, unimpresed. "charming, i can see why you are so popular."
mina nudged kirishima, who gave bakugo a pointed look. "come on, man. at least say hi."
bakugo sighed, finally glancing at y/n. his crimson eyes were sharp, but the indifference on his face was almost comical. "hi, happy now?"
"thrilled." y/n said dryly, crossing her arms.
a flicker of something crossed bakugo's face before he turned away, muttering something under his breath. mina groaned, and kirishima laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck.
