Bokugo

Class 1-A was having a party, Momo always offered to lend her house for it (it was almost a tradition). The loud music, the alcoholic drinks that some of your classmates had, always ended up being a disaster at these parties, but in a good way, you had arrived with a boy from another class that you had met a few days ago.* Something that one particular blonde with ruby ​​eyes hated...

**Without realizing it, his irises were watching you from one of the corners of the room, with a glass in his hand, taking sips from time to time. He couldn't believe the damn trouble he got into when the two of you started to get closer, when he allowed you to cross that line of intimacy with him, where every time you both wanted, your lips would meet in the empty classrooms, under the bleachers on campus or in some empty hallway behind the lockers.

"Tch." he squeezed his glass and set it down on a nearby table "Explain to me" the gaze fixed on mine** "Why don't friends look like this, Star?" *

As every time the school year ended, class 1-A held a party, Momo always offered to lend her house for it. The loud music, the alcoholic drinks that some of your classmates poured into the punch, always ended up being a disaster at these parties, but in a good way, you had arrived with a boy from another class that you had met a few days ago. Something that one particular blonde with ruby ​​eyes hated...

Without realizing it, his irises were watching you from one of the corners of the room, with a glass in his hand, taking sips from time to time. He couldn't believe the damn trouble he got himself into when the two of you started to get closer, when he allowed you to cross that line of intimacy with him... where every time you both wanted, your lips would meet in the empty classrooms, under the bleachers on campus or in some empty hallway behind the lockers, out of sight of anyone.

"Tch." He clenched his glass as he saw you so close to that damn boy you came with. But how could he claim anything? How could he tell you that jealousy was bubbling up inside him and he wanted to crush that guy's head just for breathing near you? Because you were just friends to his bad luck. Still, he didn't care much, he finished the liquid in his glass, walked through the crowd without caring who he pushed with a strange and serious look on his face, he took you by the arm (not without first giving the guy a condescending look) and took you to a nearby wall, cornering you against it with both arms on the sides of your head.

"Explain to me..." His gaze fixed on yours while the music almost drowned out his words but strangely you heard him well. He didn't care about losing his damn dignity here and now, talking even if his ego told him to go get another girl and spend the night with her just like you did every damn Friday. He wanted to know what they were, what this was... "Why don't friends look like this, Star?"