Taking one last hit of the blunt, you decided it was enough for you tonight. You could already feel the high overcoming you, and you pretty much already felt relaxed. What you needed were more drinks. "Here, want the rest of this?" You held the blunt out to Haru. He hesitantly took it from your hand, trying it out before he decided that he'll have some. "I'm going to get more drinks."

"Y/n, don't you think you've had enough? You already seem a little tipsy." Haru called out, nearly pulling your back by your arm. You protested and shook your head no at him, pulling your arm away and walking back towards the kitchen for what felt like the one thousandth time today.

Turning the left corner, your eyes locked onto the bowl that was usually filled with the spiked punch, but now it was empty. "Dammit." You mumble to yourself, leaning against the wall. "Looking for some more spiked punch too?" A voice asked from behind you. Turning around, there stood the man that asked the question, holding a red solo cup in his hand. "I'm sorry. Do I know you?" You asked in a confused tone.

"My bad. I'm Hajime Iwaizumi." He introduced with a small smile on his face. You didn't know this guy or recognize him at all. But, he was cute. Deciding that you needed to have a bit of fun tonight, you took your chance to flirt with him and introduce yourself as well. "I'm y/n."

"Nice to meet you. My friend, Oikawa, is hosting this party so I thought it would be nice to come. But all I've been doing is drinking and talking with him." He shrugged. "What a coincidence, I've been doing the same thing with my friend." You laughed. Talking with Hajime, you had completely forgotten what you came into the kitchen for. He seemed so plain, yet fun. The way he talked was kind of hypnotic. Or maybe it was just because you were high.

"Did you still want more spiked punch?" He offered and reminded you at the same time. Giving him a puzzled look, you quickly realized that's why you came here in the first place. The bowl was completely empty. "Oh-uh, yeah." You nodded at him. He walked past you, his broad figure a lot more intimidating up close. Following behind him, he reached into the fridge, grabbing juice, ice, and the alcohol that would be mixed in.

His fingers skillfully removed the bottle caps and picked at the ice while you waited for him to make your drink. "How much alcohol would you like?" He raised a brow at you. You stared right back at him, mouth slightly hanging open before you realized you were staring at him like a fucking idiot. "You can just go half and half." You cleared your throat and looked away from him. "I see," he poured the liquids in together before placing them back in the fridge, "ice?"

"Four." You politely smiled, watching him drop the frozen cubes in one by one. You noticed that he didn't make himself a drink. Maybe he decided that he didn't want one anymore or possibly decided to drink something else. You didn't know. "You're all set." He sighed, shoving the ice tray back into the freezer. Thanking him, you took a sip to see if it tasted right, and it did. It came out just how you liked it.

Feeling bold and confident in yourself, you gently grabbed his harm and caressed it while staring at him with seductive eyes. "Would you like to dance?" You suggested, running your hand higher up his arm. His muscles tensed under our delicate touch, yet his face stayed the same. "Of course." He smugly answered. With that, you turned away from him, walking back towards the living room where everyone was dancing and socializing.

Hajime's hand rested on your lower back as he guided you through the crowds of people that were here tonight. At this point, you didn't even want your drink. You only wanted it just so you could converse with him a little longer and make your move. Your eyes shot straight over to Haru, a shocked look on his face. You slowly nodded with a smile, placing your drink down on the coffee table.

"He's cute." Haru mouthed to you, giving you the look as you turned away from him and wrapped your arms around Hajime's neck. Suna didn't cross your mind once during this moment. The arguments that you guys had didn't cross your mind. You were too drunk and high to care about anything right now. You came here to have a good time and get your mind off of things, and that's exactly what you're going to do.

Hajime's arms slowly snaked around your waist, pulling you in closer to his chest while the two of you danced with each other. His hands gripped your waist before turning your body around so that your back was pressed against him. His head hung right above your ear, his breath fanning over your skin each time and sending a shiver down your spine.

His hips pressed into yours, both of you grinding against each other. Your body moved to the song playing on the speakers, matching Hajime's movements. Your eyes darted over to where Suna and that girl were standing the last time you saw them. Only this time, his full attention was on you. The girl was desperately trying to get his attention, it was like she was talking to a wall.

You devilishly smirked at Suna, knowing exactly what you were doing to him. He didn't seem to take much of a liking to what you were doing, but he was only doing the same. Plus, you two are on a break. Why does it matter anymore? Suna finally looked away from you, pulling his eyes back to the girl he was here with. Silently laughing to yourself, you looked at Hajime to see his eyes were glued onto your body. He found it mesmerizing how your hips moved so smoothly with his.

"Damn, you're good at this." He breathed out, holding onto your hips tightly. "Mmm, I know." You chuckled, biting the inside of your cheek. It was like the more you stared at him, the more attractive he got. It was weird. Looking back at Suna to see if he was still watching, he pulled that girl in close, but not to dance or hug her. He pulled her in, kissing her. His lips moved slowly against hers, her arms latching around his neck.

A burning sensation filled your chest, jealousy. Don't let it get to you, just continue to have fun. Just continue to dance. "Hey, Hajime?" You looked at him. "Yeah?" He stared at you. Before you said anything else, you did the first thing your brain told you to do. You kissed him, placing your hand on his cheek and pulling him in closer. You could feel his lips smirk against your own.

Both you and Suna were doing this out of spite. You were doing this just to see who could hurt the other more. It wasn't right. It was toxic. Haru was right all along. Both of you are extremely stubborn. You couldn't let him win. You couldn't do it. But, a part of you felt guilty for doing this. Did you still love Suna anymore? You stooped down to his level. You became immature.

"I have to go use the bathroom. Excuse me." You smiled at Hajime, pulling yourself away from him and stumbling over to the bathroom. Rudely pushing your way through the crowd of people, you earned a few groans and curses but you didn't care right now. Your mind was overwhelmed with thoughts and you needed a break.

Not even knocking first, you pushed your way into the bathroom. Thank god it was empty or else that would've been awkward. You locked it behind you, immediately turning on the cold water and splashing your face with it. Maybe this will snap you back to reality. Hopefully. "Fuck." You whispered to yourself, lifting your head up in the mirror.

Your eyes were red and low, and your lip gloss smeared from kissing Hajime. Splashing your face one more time, you turned the water off. Taking a few deep breaths while staring at yourself. A knock sounded on the door making you roll your eyes. "Be out in a second. It's occupied at the moment!" You shouted. The person knocked continuously, making you agitated.

"I said," you aggressively grabbed onto the door handle, swinging the door open, "I'll be out in a-ah!" Suna stood right in front of you. You tried to slam the door on his face, but he caught it just in time, pushing you back and forcing himself into the bathroom. "Suna, get out!" You shouted.

"No." He bluntly answered, slamming the door and locking it again. "Let me out!" You tried to push by him, your fingertips grazing over the metal door handle but he quickly reacted, wrapping his arm around your waist and holding you back. "You fucking asshole!" You screamed. "Yeah, yeah. Yell all you want. I could care less about what you call me at this point."