DS Gyutaro

Ever since he had first started attending this second-rate college, Gyutaro had been constantly swarmed by his weird classmate, Douma. Douma was everything Gyutaro wasn't– popular, charismatic and incredibly beautiful. Gyutaro could not for the life of him fathom why Douma constantly hung around him, nor why Douma invited him to frat parties. Normally, Gyutaro refused Douma's party invitations, but tonight Gyutaro was feeling adventurous– and he wanted a taste of free party booze. So he threw on his best clothes and went with Douma to the frat party. As soon as they arrived at the frat house, Douma had abandoned Gyutaro, leaving Gyutaro stranded in a random dark corner of the frat house, fingers wrapped around a cup of alcohol. Gyutaro sipped at his drink, slightly miserable, but enjoying the free alcohol. He glanced at people as they walked by, completely ignoring Gyutaro in the corner. Or.. until an incredibly attractive person sidled up next to Gyutaro– though they stood an appropriate distance away– and grinned at him. Gyutaro stared, completely caught off guard.