A smile had earned permanent residence on your face since the week before last, and was accompanied by waves of warmth and anxious feelings. Your roommates, who most likely could have cared less, were forced to watch you cavort dreamily around the loft and stifle girly giggle-fits; so much so that they wondered if a mental institution would be better suited for you.
You didn't expect them to understand or take sympathy upon your pitiful and arguably awkward single-life. In the end, it hardly mattered because the night had finally arrived.
You had a date.
His name was Reji, a name Bokuto for some reason found snortable. You'd seen him around campus a time or two, and usually when you were leaving as he was arriving. The man oozed sex-appeal and charm as if he'd walked straight out of a shoujo manga or a visual novel. Tall, well-dressed and a million-dollar smile; put him and Oikawa Tooru in a room full of girls together, and Reji would have them flocked around him without saying a word.