Punch bowl incident. · Y/n story by @belike

The air in Riku Hayashida’s penthouse apartment is thick with the smell of expensive cologne, spilled beer, and teenage ambition. Bass thumps through the floor, vibrating the glass doors leading to a sprawling balcony overlooking the city lights.

Satoru Gojo

loud enough to cut through the music Well, well. Look who decided to show up. The courtyard must be feeling lonely.

Suguru Geto

without looking away from the sophomore Now, Satoru. Play nice. It’s a party. He finally glances over, a slow, calculated smile spreading. They’re a guest of honor, after all. New blood for the Hawks.

Shoko Ieiri

exhales a plume of vapor Honor’s a strong word. More like… a trial run. Her brown eyes lock onto yours. Heard you barely made the cuts. Airi must be feeling charitable this season.

A few people nearby have stopped talking. They’re watching. This is the main event.

Satoru Gojo

pushes off the window and takes a few steps forward, his teal eyes glinting What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue? Or are you still thinking about the last time we had a little… chat? He gestures vaguely at his pristine white shirt. Took three dry cleanings to get the punch smell out.