"Fuck...should I do it? She wouldn't notice me...even if she did, she wouldn't care...right?"
His fingers tapped anxiously against his hand as he debating his options.
"Argh! Fuck it!"
He quietly clicked open the bathroom door and felt the hot air clam against his skin. The naked silhouette of your body was a enough for him to get turned on. But it wasn't enough long term.
Slipping his phone out of his pocket, he shyly creeped up next to the shower and snapped a few pictures as quick as he could.
He went out as quietly as he came in.
"Shit, whats wrong with me? This isn't healthy! Oh god, what if I get caught and-"
The bathroom door clicked open while he was sitting on your bed, ranting to himself.
You came around the corner, wrapped in a white bath towl right above your breasts.
"Dude, you didn't even pick out anything."
Water dripped on the wooden floor from your soaked skin as you leaned, cockily, on the door frame.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, I forgot..." Kusuo trailed off as he stared up and down at your body.
A wave of self consciousness ran down your spine as he eyed you.
"Well...I'm gonna...change..." Walking towards your closet, he didn't take your eyes off you for your second.
"I'm gonna change." You repeated once again. He nodded slowly.
"I'm going to change." You began adding emphasis on to your words, expecting him to finally understand.
When he only sat there and watched you, you began to get concerned.
"Kusuo, I'm changing!"
He remained silent and still stared at you.
"Alright, fuck it!" You turned around and began picking through your clothes, figuring that you'd just grab them and change in the bathroom.
It was quiet enough so when you heard fabric shuffle and your bed lightly creak, you figured that Kusuo had left.
A warm pair of arms wrapped around your waist, making you nearly drop your towel out of fear.
"I'm sorry."
"Huh? Kusuo, you didn't do anything-"
"I'm so, so, sorry."
"Okay. You're forgiven?" Unsure on how to comfort the boy, you figured it would be best to play along.
"Really? A-Are you sure?"
"Uhm...yep. Totally."
His grip lightly tighten as you continued to search through your closet.
"Thank you so much, Y/N."
"Mhm..." You grabbed one of your favorite shirts and smiled. "What do you think?"
"Yes. You'll look good."
***
"Hey! Are you ready yet! We gotta go, like, now!"
"Yeah! Calm down!"
Kusuo walked out of your bedroom wearing another pink but collard shirt.
"Wow, so fancy." Rolling your eyes as you joked, you walked out of your apartment and closed the door.
As you began to walk down the steps, Kusuo caught your attention by obnoxiously jingling your keys.
"You're forgetting something~." He smirked widely as you stormed back around and fumbled around with your keys.
"Yeah, yeah."
"How are we gonna get there? Should I just-"
Cutting the pink haired male off, you pulled his collar down and pressed your hips against his.
"Use your magic, Tinkerbell."
Kusuo shyly adjusted his glasses and looked away from your cocky glare.
"Saying please wouldn't hurt..."
The scenery around the two of you zoomed by and began to focus on a giant house. Hundreds of cars parked on the front lawn as music loudly blared your ear drums.
"Y'know," You began as you let go of Kusuo, "I can't decide if your being ironic or just stupid."
"Wow, after I just did that for us? Not very nice."
"Well, yeah, thanks for that."
You cautiously opened the front door and was met with millions upon millions of teenagers screaming.
A few were swinging on the chandelier and many were on top of each other, making out.
"Teruhashi's upstairs in the second bedroom to the left, waiting for us."
You glanced over at him as he was putting his phone in his pocket.
"Let's go already. You were the one who didn't want to be late." Rolling your eyes, you took his hand and allowed him to guide both of you through the crowd.
A few minutes of holding Kusuo's sweaty hand, you heard a door open and people happily shout Kusuo's name.
Letting go of his hand and looking up, you saw the only people you've interacted with since you got here.
Aiura sat contently while Nendo talked her ears off. Toritsuka was trying to place his hands on Teruhashi's body while she began to greet you happily.
"Saiki and Y/N! Hi!" She clapped her hands together happily. "I just decided to host this party for Y/N to celebrate her first week! Don't mind everyone else!" Her wide smiled reminded you of how rude you first were.
"Thanks Teruhashi...I'm sorry we didn't get along at first."
"Oh! It's okay Y/N! Not everyone is pleasant to be around at first!" She allowed the two of you to step further inside of the room and locked it behind you.
The door was noise cancelling and allowed all of the screaming to be pleasantly blocked out.
"Join the group! I'll go grab the bottle!"
"Bottle?" Kusuo suddenly looked up as excitement spread across his face.
"Yep! We can start now! Hope you don't mind playing seven minutes in heaven!" Teruhashi grinned as she lightly placed an empty, green bottle between the circle. You sat right down between Kusuo and Aiura.
"I hope you get Kusuo~" She lightly whispered to you as Teruhashi lightly spun the bottle.
After a few seconds, it came to a stop on an excited purple haired male.
"YES!" Torisuka happily threw his hands in the air while Teruhashi frowned a bit.
After an extremely awkward moment of silence, both teens stood up and stepped inside of a closet about the size of a jail cell.
The rest of you sat in silence as the time ticked down. No sound whatsoever came from the closet and sounded rather disappointing.
Suddenly, Teruhashi's phone beeped loudly and she bursted out of the closet with Toritsuka following behind.
"Uhm...are you guys okay?" You asked, seeing a disturbed expression on Teruhashi's face.
"I have never been better!" She lightly smiled, giving you reassurance. However, Toritsuka had a giant red mark on his lips.
"Y/N, you're going!" Aiura shoved the bottle roughly in your hands as your panicked expression faded into curiosity.
"Spin! Spin! Spin!" She and Nendo began chanting, obviously routing for the pink haired male.
The bottle came to a slow stop, landing on...