“Parties are scary,” he said, looking down at his hand. Trying to not think about noise, calumny, booze – things people expected of him, approaching ‘adulthood.’
That party. Senpai had been there, had smiled and listened. They slipped away, into the guest room. Lights off, under a blanket, with an iphone set to ‘lamp’ through a bottle. Laptops on their knees, showing senpai how of course he could set up that website for him, you know, if he wanted. Waking up under an arm. Wrinked clothes. Not so much as a kiss. Happy.
“… well, most parties are scary.”