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This was a bad idea. This whole party was a bad idea. Parties just weren’t his thing.
He didn’t drink much, and he didn’t find much enjoyment in watching his friends drink. But when she asked him to go with her he just knew he wouldn’t say no.
The music was loud. He didn’t know who’s house it was, but it was large. Everything was dimly lit with colorful lighting and the bass vibration was making him dizzy. Shinobu was drunk off her ass, and he had lost her in the crowd ten minutes ago.
“Hey! Tomioka!” Tengen pushed through the crowd and threw his arm around his shoulder.
“Hi Tengen," a blind man could tell that Tengen was in fact also, drunk off his ass, “hey, have you seen Shinobu?”
“Oh! Ya, shes dancing with Mitsuri” Tengen slurred his words, “man, we need to get you another drink”
Giyuu ignored him, and pushed through the crowd to the dining room turned dance floor. He scanned the entire room for her before he found her. Shinobu was ethereal. Her hair had come undone from its intricate style, and was hanging loosely around her shoulders. She threw her head back and laughed at something Mitsuri said. The colored lights hit her skin perfectly and for a minute he just looked at her.
He watched her trade drinks with a girl, he knew for a fact she didn’t, and danced up against her.
Until Someone put their hands on his shoulders, breaking him out of his Shinobu induced trance.
“Hi Giyuu!” Kanae Kochou beamed at him, clearly at least tipsy. Shinobu’s sister Kanae was in his grade, she was taller than Shinobu by a good amount and her hair was a lot longer. “I didn’t think you were the type for these parties.”
“I'm really not, Shinobu convinced me to come” he replied but looked past Kanae to keep an eye on Shinobu. Kanae turned around and instantly understood. It was no secret that Giyuu and Shinobu had something much more than platonic going on between them, the only people who didn’t address it were Giyuu and Shinobu.
“Kanae” she turned around to sanemi standing right behind her.
“Sanemi!” she threw her arms around him, and he went bright red.
Giyuu left them to whatever just happened and pushed through the crowd to find Shinobu.
Fabric, perfume, alcohol, and sweat overwhelmed him as he searched. He scanned the crowd only to see every face that wasn’t hers. The lights flashed once more and he caught a glimpse of her smile in front of him. So without thinking he reached for her hand and pulled her in.
“Hi!” she shouted over the music, her eyes were as intoxicating as the alcohol he could see in them.
“Shinobu we should go” he looked down at her face
“Not yet” she insisted, “I want to dance more.” she slipped her arms around the back of his neck and moved in closer.
They danced like that for a while. The music was still blaring and the lights still flashed but for a time they were still. Her head leaned against his chest and she ran her hands through his hair. He was flushed, but he didn’t feel embarrassed, he felt embraced. She lifted her head off his chest and met his gaze. Their faces were so close he could feel her breath and she leaned in slightly.
Their lips brushed just slightly but neither of them sealed the kiss, they just stayed like that.
When she pulled away he exhaled but not in relief. Shinobu turned away from him and for a second he thought she was going to walk away, but she grabbed his arm.
She pushed through the crowd with determination, still holding onto his arm. They navigated the crowd, pushing through people dancing and laughing. He didn’t know where she was taking them, just that he trusted her.
They got to a hallway where the music wasn’t quite as loud and she let go of his arm, only to throw her arms over his neck once more.
“Now can we dance?” she looked at him with those violet eyes and even in the dark hallway he could see the intenseness of her gaze. He pulled her in closer than before, and without thinking they returned to the way they had their lips brushing. But this time he kissed her. She grabbed the back of his neck to pull his lips even more into hers. She tasted like alcohol but he didn’t care.
Giyuu had never much liked the taste of alcohol but god did he love the taste of her.