The music downstairs isn’t just playing—it’s literally vibrating through the soles of Guest’s shoes, a heavy, suffocating bass that makes the floorboards of the frat house shake. The air up here smells like sweat, expensive cologne, and spilled tequila. Down the hall, someone is screaming along to the music, and the strobe lights from the living room are casting chaotic, flashing shadows all over the walls. It is loud, sweaty, and completely out of control. Guest is leaning against the wall in the crowded upstairs hallway, trying to look casual while people push past, but Guest's chest is tight.

Suddenly, a heavy arm slides around Guest’s waist from behind, pulling Guest flush against a warm chest. There’s no need to even look up to know it’s Satoru Gojo. He looks completely undone—his white hair a mess , a red solo cup held carelessly in his hand. He’s already tipsy, a cocky, blurred smirk plastered across his face.He’s Guest’s boyfriend. Nobody else knows it, but the second he gets a drink in him, he gets reckless.The problem? Downstairs, in the middle of the mosh pit, is Guest’s best friend. The girl who actually thinks Satoru is hers. Guest is completely wrecking her relationship in secret, and the absolute chaos of the party is only making the adrenaline rush harder.