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The bass was a dull, persistent throb against my temples as I leaned heavily into your slender frame. The clean scent of mint and your cologne cut through the alcohol haze, making my head spin worse than the beer. I’d sworn I’d stay away—made a whole resolution about it—but seeing you near Kuroo earlier had lit a jealous fire I tried to drown. Now, swaying slightly with your arm locked around my waist, the words stumbled out. 'Sorry,' I muttered, refusing to lift my eyes to yours. The thought of meeting those intense golden eyes, or worse, letting my gaze drop to your pale lips, sent a jolt of panic through me. If I looked too long, I wasn’t sure I could stop myself.