Chapter Text
As far as I can tell, I'm far from okay.
The air is hot, it smells like sweat, weed, alcohol, and an amalgamation of various perfumes and colognes.
Every one of my five senses is flooded and overrun.
Flashing, cheap LED audio reactive strip lights lined the ceiling to the walls, raging with aggressive colors with the beat of the music.
The music is some trashy EDM remix of some overrated rich white girl who takes her private jet to the grocery store.
And even though I've long since left the dance floor, bodies still rush past mine, brushing and rubbing against me.
I'd come prepared to party; I did my hair with enough effort for it to look presentable but I keep in mind that it would definitely be ruined by the end of the night, my makeup just the same. But my outfit is the last nail in the coffin, complete with a gravestone reading, "Get the fuck out of here!". I'd chosen a dress on the shorter end; first mistake. Skin tight; second mistake. The third and final mistake: the neckline is way too low for comfort.
This is not my kind of party. With way too many people and way too much stimulation.
The final kicker, though, was my last straw, the thing that snapped my final thread. Although I could handle the bodies pushing, rubbing, and sliding up against mine, I could not handle a hand reaching behind me from my spot in the kitchen to grab a handful of my ass.
I turn quickly to face the person, my fist already being pulled back like a bow loading an arrow before releasing, striking the person with my mighty right hook. I felt their cheekbone on my knuckles before I'd even realized who had just got a handful of my ass.
I roll my eyes when I see his ass hit the ground; some random dude who probably doesn't even go to my school crashing this frat party, thinking he can prey on scantily clad college girls.
I shake my hand, my knuckles will definitely bruise. I lean my head back and groan, heading for the sliding back door, taking extra care to step on him on my way out. Luckily for him, I'm not wearing heels. He coughs and curls into the fetal position on the ground. Pussy.
As soon as I open the back door, I'm hit with a gust of beautiful, refreshing cold autumn night air.
A small group of people are sitting around a campfire. There are a few other people on the patio as well, but they don't seem to care that I've busted out like I'm a bubble that just popped.
I tug the neckline of my dress up a bit and sigh, leaning on the patio railing. I can see my breath in the air from the chill of it, and it fills me with ease like I don't have to clench my buttcheeks and sweat and try and dance to awful music.
"Holy shit, nice right hook." A guy I recognize from one of my classes slides up beside me, a couple of drinks in hand and a smirk on his face. He's tall and built, with shoulder-length black hair and an easy smile on his face.
"Beat it, I'm out of your league." I huff, leaning on my palm, tired of these boys.
"Hey now, I'm not after you," He chuckles. "I'm taken, just wanted to compliment your punch." He shrugs.
I look over at him, fully now, my eyes widening in recognition at seeing his sharp yet soft-looking red eyes. "You're... Kirishima, right?" I question.
"Yeah, can't believe you know my name." He laughs with his chest. "You're a lot like my best friend, I kind of assumed you didn't know anyone outside of your circle." He shrugs.
"I guess that's a fair assumption to make." I shrug back.
"Alright well, I best not keep my lady waiting, if you're looking for a party with the people here who are actually cool, we're over by the campfire." He points, well points as best as he can with the drinks in his hands, over to the campfire.
"Alright, I'll consider, thanks for the invite." I give him a tight-lipped smile.
Kirishima nods, flashing his -sharp? Pearly whites at me before jogging over to the people in lawn chairs sitting around the fire, beer bottles in hand, clinking as he moved.
I look around me, taking in the atmosphere, completely different from the one inside the frat house. From loud and bustling to almost serene, with people sitting on the patio under the outdoor light, talking easily without a care in the world as the music from inside vibrates the wood planking we stand on. To my left, a couple is leaning against the railing, a girl's head resting against her girlfriend's shoulder; I recognize them too.
Finally, I set my eyes on the group around the campfire, really paying attention this time to the people. Kirishima wrapped a blanket around himself and a pink-haired girl tucked into his side. To their left is a blonde- Kaminari I think? Passing a bong to a lean boy with longer black hair. The others are facing away from me; I only see two other heads of hair, one blonde and one with curly, messy hair, the color I can't quite identify in the lighting.
I take a few breaths preparing myself by tugging my dress down my thighs a little further and my neckline up higher, suddenly feeling underdressed compared to the group. They're dressed like regular people: t-shirts, sweatpants, jeans, and hoodies.
I take another breath before walking my way across the backyard to the group. I've never been invited to join a friend group at a party, especially not one I don't know. For the first time in a long while, I feel nervous.
It's like my presence magnetized their eyes to me. Some with scrutiny, others with confusion, and Kirishima welcomed me with a smile.
I huff after a beat. "Hi."
Dumb.
(As for most of my fics, this one is inspired by a song.)
(Previously "Runaway" by Kanye West)