Disco Party
Ouka felt really, really out of place. The music that filled the hall, although pleasant and got him to tap his foot rhythmically along with the beat, was too loud. There were also people everywhere, and he couldn't help but bump into someone if he tried to move to another side of the room. But, what can he do about it? It's a night club. The loud music and the crowd is to be expected. "You look so tired." The comment came from his left, where Gaku sat, accompanying him in securing the table for their friends, who had all throw themselves to the dance floor, letting their body move along with the music. "Had a rough week?" "You can say that." It wasn't only works that exhausted him. The little ― okay, who is he kidding. The MASSIVE crush he has on a certain someone from their circle was making him go through a roller coaster of emotions for the past week. Gaku, as one of the few people with common sense in their ridiculous clique...