04 | The Feels Don't Stop

                                    

                                          
Although Matsukawa had not been to a party in a long-ass time, especially not to any of Bokuto's, it was not hard to locate the house the party was being held at.
                          
Matsukawa was about a block away when he could hear the music. As he got closer, he could clearly see people partying on the front lawn, which was covered in: disposable cups, toilet paper (?), and lawn chairs that were not vacant. Matsukawa eyed a couple making out on the ground, shit-faced out of their minds.
                          
He grinned to himself. 
                          
He missed this.
                          
Matsukawa walked through the open door and the music hit him hard. It was loud three houses away, it was even louder when he was inside the house itself.
                          
He walked to the kitchen, where there were drinks and snacks piled on top of each other. Beside it, a table was set up and there were a couple guys playing beer pong. He recognized one of them, an old underclassmen of his named Kunimi. 
                          
Might as well join in. After all, I am a beer pong pro.
                          
"Hey guys, room for one more?" 
                          
The guys gladly let him join in. He learned their names: Yaku, a short but touchy dude, Lev, a lanky bastard with silver hair, and of course, Kunimi. Matsukawa did a double take when he realized Kunimi was still only a senior in high school. 
                          
"Aren't you too young to be at a frat party like this?" Matsukawa asked, throwing the ball perfectly into the other team's cup, earning a scowl from Yaku. "You know, since you're like, still a child?"
                          
Kunimi stared at him stone-faced. "I'm only here 'cause my friend wanted to come." He said coolly. 
                          
Lev wiggled his eyebrows. "Kunimi has a boyfriend." He laughed. 
                          
"It's not nice to tease." Yaku scolded, and elbowed him in the side. Lev smiled sheepishly. 
                          
All of a sudden, a voice somehow shouted louder than the booming music. 
                          
"Hey hey hey!" it roared. The party-goers cheered in response. 
                          
"Who's having a good time?" The crowd cheered louder in response. Matsukawa traced the cause of the shouting to the muscular figure on top of a table in the living room. From the look of his teetering form, he looked like what the kids call hella turnt. Matsukawa recognized him as Kotaro Bokuto, party host extraordinaire and local beefcake. 
                          
He watched as a smaller figure tried to get Bokuto off the table, but was too late. The table's legs broke, and Bokuto screamed "Ak-A-SHI!" as he fell, unnoticed by the party-goers. The smaller figure, presumably Akaashi, helped him to his feet. 
                          
Matsukawa heard Yaku chuckle. "Akaashi has the patience of a saint. I could never date Bokuto, I'd die of stress." 
                          
"Yeah but you hang around with Lev, so you have no room to talk." Kunimi muttered, earning a glare from Yaku and a high-five from Matsukawa. Their celebration was cut short by an obviously drunk dude with spiky black hair that practically stumbled into Kunimi.
                          
"Kunimi, I'm ready to go home." he said, his voice muffled due to the fact that he had pressed his face into Kunimi's shirt. 
                          
Kunimi sighed and peeled him off. "Sure thing, Kindaichi. Let's go." 
                          
He let the dude, Kindaichi, lean on him in support and nodded to the others watching the scene unfold.
                          
"Bye." Kunimi waved, his eyes glazed and looking bored, but hid a slight smile on his lips. 
                          
"Yeah! You go and get it, Kumini!" Lev cheered, earning an elbow from Yaku. 
                          
"Shut up. You're so loud."
                          
Matsukawa felt his eyes linger on Kunimi dragging his drunken friend away, and his mind began to wander again. To dangerous places, no less. 
                          
Maki. 
                          
I wonder if he likes to go to parties.
                          
 Matsukawa looked away from the now-finished game of beer-pong wistfully. He felt his heart get struck with that lonely feeling of yearning and forced his legs to move to the kitchen to wash it down. The aftertaste of beer went stale in his mouth. 
                          
Maki.
                          
Panic, although fleeting, hit him momentarily  and Matsukawa's hand shot out just a little too hard when he reached to grab a can of something, anything to make him less sober than he already was. So instead of grabbing a can, he knocked over several, and helplessly watched as they fell to the ground. 
                          
I'm such an idiot.
                          
I should have asked for his fucking number.
                          
Matsukawa let out a sigh he picked up the cans one by one. He wasn't that irritated, one because of the booze, and two because by God he fucking deserved it. 
                          
He placed the cans back on the table and leaned against it. 
                          
"Hey Eyebrows." 
                          
Matsukawa didn't look up. He had to be dreaming. He had to be completely out of his mind. There was no way, no fucking way that he just heard the voice that he was so desperate to hear. 
                          
"What are you doing at a place like this?" 
                          
Okay, now he had to look up. 
                          
Maki stood across from him, arms crossed and a smirk planted on his face. His expression wasn't malicious, it was softer. Like he was amused at Matsukawa's clumsiness and all the dented cans, not annoyed like the other people who saw him knock them all over. 
                          
Matsukawa felt his eyes linger too long at the upturned corners of Maki's mouth and looked up at his eyes. 
                          
"You know, just knocking over shit at a party. The usual." 
                          
Maki chuckled, and Matsukawa felt his heart leap. 
                          
"Oh really? That's something you do often, then?" 
                          
"Oh yeah," Matsukawa took a step closer to the other man, his own mouth growing into a smile, "Knocking Shit Over is my middle name. You can't stop me from knocking shit over."
                          
He felt his heart skip a beat as Maki took another step closer. There was about a foot's length between the two. 
                          
"Yeah? Wanna come show me how you knock shit over at my place, then?"
                          
Matsukawa blinked. "Uh. Yeah." 
                          
Genius response as always, Matsukawa. 
                          
Maki grabbed his wrist and pulled gently. 
                          
"Let's go then."
                          
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A/N
LOL this took me a long fucking time to write. I blame school. It's over now though. By the time u read this, i'll be graduated. That's a bit fucked up to think about. 
Anyways i think i'll delay the next chapter (the final chapter, i think) for a little bit as i start rewriting my other fic Number 4, because my God that's gonna take me a longass time. 
Anyways, thanks for supporting me throughout the years guys, love you all.