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the bass from the speakers pounded through the floor, vibrating in her chest as y/n made her way through the crowded frat house with mina. the loud chatter, the clink of glasses, and the laughter of students filled the air. it was the same chaotic, sweaty energy of every college party, but tonight, y/n couldn't shake the feeling of restlessness. she wasn't even sure what she was looking for—maybe a break from the never-ending workload, maybe a chance to escape from her thoughts.
mina bounced beside her, practically vibrating with excitement. "y/n, you have to dance! i'm not letting you stand in a corner all night!"
"I'm not standing in a corner," y/n said dryly, already regretting agreeing to come. but mina was persistent, and she had dragged her along anyway. "and i'm definitely not dancing."
mina pouted but didn't give up. "you will dance, trust me. first, let's get drinks. then we'll convince kirishima to join us and make it a party!"
y/n rolled her eyes but followed her friend toward the makeshift bar in the kitchen. as they passed through the living room, y/n's eyes flicked over the sea of faces and finally landed on a familiar face: bakugo.
he was leaning against the kitchen counter, scowling at a group of students huddled around the drink station. his sharp features seemed even more intense in the dim lighting, and his gaze briefly flicked over to her, though it didn't linger long.
"look who it is," mina grinned, nudging y/n. "go talk to him!"
y/n grimaced, taking her cup from the bartender. "i'm not just going to walk over there. he's... bakugo. he doesn't even seem interested in talking."
mina raised an eyebrow, but before she could push the topic further, a loud voice interrupted their conversation.
"y/n! you came!" kirishima bounded over, grinning from ear to ear, his bright red hair almost glowing in the party's lights. "come on, we're dancing!"
"i'm not dancing," y/n insisted.
"you are dancing," mina said, handing her a drink. "right, y/n?" she shot her a pleading look.
reluctantly, y/n sighed. "fine, fine. but if I step on anyone's feet, i'm blaming you."
before y/n could escape, kirishima grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the dance floor, leaving her no time to protest. the music was thumping, and the lights were flashing in time with the beat, people bouncing and swaying around them. y/n felt awkward at first, but mina was already in her element, dragging her into the thick of it.
but it didn't take long before she found herself looking over at the entrance, where bakugo had made his way back to the kitchen, eyeing the crowd but keeping a distance. she noticed how his eyes flicked back toward her, his expression unreadable but... slightly curious.
