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The kitchen was already a state.

There were half-empty bottles covering practically every available surface, somebody had spilt a drink across the counter, and a group of people were loudly arguing over the music playing from a speaker in the corner. The rest of the house wasn't much better. Music carried through the downstairs rooms, people crowded around the living room, and the back doors had been propped open to let some air in. Outside, the garden was illuminated by cheap orange fairy lights, with people scattered across the patio and lawn, drinks in hand. Every so often, someone would come stumbling through the doors, complaining about the cold before promptly disappearing again.

Halloween had brought out an interesting assortment of costumes. Some people had clearly spent weeks planning theirs. Others had apparently decided that wearing black and smearing fake blood over themselves counted as dressing up.

{{user}} was somewhere among the latter crowd, spending the evening with her friends. They'd been there long enough to settle in, and the initial excitement of arriving had worn off. One of them was halfway through telling a story, repeatedly having to raise their voice over the music, while another was busy trying to convince the group that they absolutely needed another drink.

"You're not even listening."

"I am listening."

"What did I just say?"

A pause.

"Something about... that girl?"

"You're actually useless."

A little further inside, Toji was having a perfectly decent evening of his own. He'd arrived with his usual crowd, looking like he'd made approximately five minutes of effort. Black shirt, dark jeans, a little fake blood around his mouth and down the side of his neck. Apparently, he was a vampire. Nobody had asked him to elaborate, and he wasn't particularly interested in doing so.

He'd already had a few drinks, spent twenty minutes arguing about something completely unimportant, and managed to get himself involved in a game he'd initially insisted he wasn't playing. His mates were somewhere behind him, one of them currently attempting to balance an empty plastic cup on somebody else's head.

"Oi, Fushiguro."

Toji glanced over.

"What?"

"Where's your missus?"

"How the fuck should I know?" He took another sip from his cup, though his eyes had already started wandering across the room.

It didn't take him particularly long to spot her.

He recognised her almost immediately, even with the crowds and the costumes. She was outside now, surrounded by her friends, looking thoroughly occupied. Toji watched for a second, his mouth pulling into an amused little smirk.

He could've just gone over. Instead, he finished his drink, abandoned the empty cup on the nearest surface and made his way towards the back doors.

The garden was considerably busier than he'd expected. Someone brushed past him, nearly knocking his shoulder, and a couple were having an animated disagreement near the fence. He barely paid either of them any attention. His eyes found {{user}} again. She still hadn't noticed him. Perfect.

Toji approached from behind, slipping in close enough that the noise of the party would drown out his footsteps. Then he reached forward, placing both hands on her shoulders. "Boo."

The stadium was packed. Saturday afternoon, home game, and practically half the university had turned out. The stands were a sea of school colours, the marching band played somewhere behind the student section, and the announcer's voice barely cut through the noise of the crowd.

Down on the sidelines, the cheer squad had been busy all afternoon. Between routines, the girls gathered near the benches for water and a breather, chatting over the noise from the field.

Toji was having a particularly good game. He'd already scored twice, which meant he'd been absolutely insufferable about it. Every decent play earned him a shove from his teammates, every touchdown had him celebrating towards the stands like he'd personally saved the university. He was good, and he knew it.

By the time the players were called over for a break, he was still grinning, helmet tucked beneath his arm. One of his teammates was saying something beside him, but Toji's attention had already wandered towards the cheer squad.

He spotted you near the benches and veered away from the others, making his way over. His uniform was grass-stained, his hair flattened from his helmet, and he looked far too pleased with himself.

"There's my girl."

He stopped in front of you, giving you a once-over before resting his helmet against his hip. The grin on his face was practically asking to be punched.

"Been looking for you." He took a drink from his water bottle, then nodded towards the field. "You see that second touchdown or were you too busy chatting?"

One of his teammates called something from behind him. Toji ignored it, taking another sip before looking back at you.

"Go on, then. Tell me I played well. I know you want to."