"You're coming to the big game this afternoon, right Callie?" Russ asked, appearing over her shoulder as she ate her breakfast.

The younger Gaster brother had been mentioning his big baseball game every day for the past fortnight. Sometimes even twice a day. Hell, sometimes even twice in the same conversation.

Despite telling him over and over that she couldn't wait to watch him play, Russ still found it necessary to ask her again, for what she hoped would be the last time.

"Of course, Russ! I wouldn't miss it for the world!" And she'd made sure to finish all of her assignments and double check her timetable so as to stay true to her word.

Russ beamed at her, giving her shoulder a pat and then a shake as he left her to her cereal. "At a girl, Callie!"

As his younger sibling left the room, Sam cast Callie a knowing smirk over the top of his textbook from the other side of the room when he caught her eye. Though neither of them had any particular interest or understanding of the sport, they both agreed that Russ' passion for the game was both admirable and inspiring.

The rival team, who called themselves the Shiketsu Endeavours, came from a neighbouring city and was apparently coached by none other than Touya's dad, Enji Todoroki. He and Russ' team's coach, Toshinori Yagi, used to go to school together and had been rivals for a long time, even before becoming baseball coaches for the two top Universities. Russ' team, the U.A All Mights were thirsty for another win, especially on their own turf.

As she and Sam took their seats in the stands with a wave in the cheerleaders' direction, Callie noted that this would be the first ever time she'd watched any sort of live sport.

As the game played out, Callie did her best to follow. However, she was more interested in the slick choreography Mina and Ochako took part in every time the cheerleaders took the limelight.

All she did know for sure was that, when U.A began to cheer loudly in the stands, Russ' team had sealed their victory. And the next thing she knew, a large crowd of chanting people were heading towards Snowdin Apartments for an epic celebration party.

*

Cradling a plastic cup of some sort of sickly sweet liquid in her hands, Callie cast her eyes around the rowdy room she had taken breakfast in earlier that day.

Sat on the couch was Shinso, Kaminari, Sero and Jiro who were all drinking the same, unidentified beverage.

Another quick sip told her it was supposed to taste like blueberries, but probably had never been anywhere near one, and that it was most certainly alcoholic. This time, she would make sure not to throw back her drinks as quickly as she'd had done back at Grillby's. Although, the artificial taste of the beverage made that far easier; it had nothing on Grillby's delicious cocktails.

In front of them, in the space where the coffee table had been before Russ moved it to make a makeshift dance floor, was Deku, Ochako and Mina. The two girls, still dressed in their cheerleader outfits, were giggling girlishly as Deku tried to keep up with their upbeat pace. They swung their hips and twisted their waists playfully while Deku stepped to the music.

By the snack covered breakfast bar, sat Bakugo and Kirishima. The latter was greedily stuffing his face with the chicken wings while Bakugo yelled over the music at him for eating like a pig. "Seriously? Do you just inhale your damn food?!"

At some point during her quiet observation of the festivities, Russ had appeared at her side. His pale face was slightly flushed and his eyes were a little glassy. He had clearly taken advantage of the fact he wasn't designated driver this evening.

"Hey, Callie! You okay?" He asked, wrapping a strong arm around her shoulders and pulling her into him. Luckily, he had change out of his sweaty baseball uniform and was now dressed in a clean t-shirt. He smelt like cheap beer and expensive cologne.

"Yeah, I'm good!" She replied with a smile, tilting her head to look up at him. He was still wearing his baseball cap however, looking conventionally handsome beneath it. "Congratulations on your win!" She added.

He shrugged a shoulder, looking humble. "What can I say, I have a great team!"

And when he offered her a different drink after noticing how she'd barely touched hers, she accepted the offer and let him lead her away towards the crowded kitchen.

Sam wished he'd taken a leaf out of Callie's book and made sure to get all his assignments done before the game. He should have anticipated his brother would win and promptly invite the whole damn campus into their small apartment. Not that he was bitter, only frustrated. His damn lab partner, who was supposed to have halve the workload with him, was currently cosied up with yet another new girl in a darkened corner of the room.

Since having arrived at the party, Touya had spent his time flirting with every girl that approached him, which was apparently every few minutes. It seemed he liked the look of this one though, and was now kissing her against the bookcase. As Sam witnessed Touya slip his tongue into her mouth, Sam clicked his own and let his eyes return to his work.

5 minutes later, it seemed Touya had soon grown bored of her too.

"Yo, Sam!"

Touya's voice made his brows furrow into an even deeper frown. Yeah, finishing your homework during a college house party definitely wasn't something one could just do.

"What in the Lord's name are you doing?"

Sam finally looked up to see Touya eyeing the stacks of paper and other miscellaneous stationary scattered on the table with a perplexed expression.

"Well, apparently..." Sam sighed, trying his best to hide his irritation, though through the blaring music and countless distractions, it was getting harder to do so. "I'm finishing our assignment.""Yeah, I can see that," Touya scoffed, his lanky figure looming over Sam's. "C'mon quit being such a nerd and have some fun."

Sam rolled his eyes behind his rounded glasses, catching a glimpse of Callie crossing the room as he did so. It wasn't in his direction though. For some reason, this didn't improve his mood.

"Touya, you and I both know we have to--" But before Sam could even finish his sentence, he was interrupted by the swipe of a long arm.

Touya had snatched the pile of documents from under his nose, holding them up over his head when Sam attempted to steal them back.

"I don't think so," he drawled, "either you get out there and mingle, or you can say goodbye to your grade."

With brows creasing in confusion, Sam was about to ask the jerk what he meant, only for Touya to ignite his lighter right underneath the stack of paper.

"You do realize it's your grade too?" Sam tested, eyes widening as they flitted from flame to paper. But of course, Touya showed zero concern, the flame only inching dangerously closer to the documents the more Sam made him wait.

"Okay fine, you win!" He flustered when Touya's flashed a daring grin. "I'll go 'mingle' then, shall I?"

Relishing in Sam's defeated grumblings, Touya finally tossed the still-unfinished assignment back towards him. Sam scoffed as he slid his work into his bag and pushed to his feet.

"Ah ah, not so fast." Touya ordered.

Sam had only just gotten up from his chair, his shoulders making a satisfying pop as he flexed them, when he felt his glasses get pulled off his face.

"Ditch the specs." Touya chided. And he placed them right on the top shelf of the same bookcase he'd been making out with a girl against moments earlier. Sam didn't even bother to attempt to retrieve them, knowing all to well his beanstalk of a friend's had placed them there because he knew Sam wouldn't be able to reach that high.

Sighing, he cast Touya one last, glasses-free glare then turned to face the noisy crowd just as another girl sidled up to his lanky, glasses-stealing, so-called friend.

It didn't take Sam long to single Callie out in the crowd. For some reason, she was the only one he felt like talking to. She was easily distinguishable from her long, matcha-coloured hair and bright laughter; she was currently stood talking to Bakugo and Kirishima.

Steeling himself with a heavy sigh, Sam swiped a beer from a nearby, unattended crate and cracked it open before heading towards them.

With his eyes fixed on his destination, he didn't notice the nimble hands that snaked around him and pulled him sideways.

"Hey you!" Purred a familiar voice. "Come dance with-"

But when Sam's confused stare caught Mina's, she immediately stopped talking and let him go.

"Oh, Sam! Wow! I didn't recognise you without your glasses on!" She giggled bashfully, patting at his shoulders. Her bright eyes scanned his face with curiosity. "Ha! You almost look cute!"

"Almost?" Sam echoed, twitching a brow as he tried not to shy away from Mina's shamelessly roaming eyes. Ochako had now joined her at her side and was equally gaping at him.

"Well yeah!" Mina giggled, lifting a shoulder. "Hm, let's see..."

And before he could even make a single sound of protest, her bold hands were stripping him out of his jacket.

"Lose the baggy clothes, boy!" She quipped, flipping his oversized hoodie towards Ochako, who swiftly slipped her own arms into it. It drowned her tiny shoulders, almost completely covering her skimpy cheerleader attire, giving her the appearance that Sam's hoodie was the only thing she wore.

What was happening? In the space of 10 minutes, two different people had stolen two different pieces of clothing from him. Feeling suddenly quite bare, Sam could only blink idly at the girls' forever scrutinising gazes. And it seemed they weren't yet satisfied with his appearance. The unsolicited makeover continued.

"And the hat. Lose the hat!" Mina added, tugging Sam's favourite beanie from his head and pulling it on to hers, flattening her bouncy, pink locks in the process.

Sam grunted, his hand self-consciously going to his messy hair. "Are you quite fin-"

Apparently not.

"And do something with your hair!" This time it was Ochako who stepped forwards while Mina nodded in agreement. Next thing he knew, their hands were running roughly over his head, tugging his hair this way and that, twirling the front and flattening the sides.

An uncomfortable amount of time later, the girls stepped back to admire their handiwork.

"There! Now you're cute!" Mina winked, but Sam found it hard to take the compliment. A glance in the mirror to his left revealed they had styled his hair similar to how Russ wore it.

"So, Mr Geek Chic? Are you gonna come dance with us, or what?" Mina asked enthusiastically as she started pulling his reluctant body towards their small dance floor. He managed a weak laugh and politely held up a hand up in protest.

"Sorry, not tonight." And he swiftly wriggled out of her grasp while Ochako whined.

Ever since the two girls discovered that Sam had good rhythm and moved quite well, they always tried to get him to dance with them. But without his large, comfy jacket, beanie hat and glasses, he felt kind of exposed and unsure of himself.

Backing away with an apologetic smile, he managed to break free and return to his initial path towards Callie. He hoped Mina and Ochako took care of his belongings; it was his favourite hat and jacket that they were now flaunting as they fell into another playful dance routine with Deku.

Thankfully, no one else tried to grab him as he crossed the room towards Callie, who was now handing Bakugo and Kirishima two drinks. As he approached them, he held up a hand in greeting.

The first thing he found himself saying however, upon noticing the glasses held in the two freshmens' hands was;

"Is that my lemonade?"

Callie turned to face him with a half smile. "Yes, and it's our lemonade, actually."

She then eyed him curiously after doing a double take, only now noticing something was a little off with her roommate. Funnily enough, it wasn't his lack of glasses and staple attire that she commented on.

"What's with your hair?" She asked, her lips twitching a smile as her gaze drifted up to the trendy quiff Mina and Ochako had styled for him.

Shaking his head, he replied simply with;

"Blame the girls." And he jerked his newly coiffed head towards the dancing cheerleaders who were still wearing his stolen garments.

Callie giggled as she watched them for a moment. Then, as her eyes returned to him, she reached out a hand. This time, when fingers ran through his hair, their touch was far gentler and almost soothing as they set to work.

"There, that's better." Callie smiled. And a quick glimpse in the darkened window revealed that she had merely returned his hair back to its naturally messy state. The notion made Sam feel kind of warm inside. At least she liked at least one aspect of his normal appearance...

The feeling then grew tenfold when her hand graced his cheek. "Now you almost look like you again!"

And Sam realised just how lovely her eyes were.

"Still looks like a skull to me..." Bakugo commented, still cradling a glass of the lemonade Sam had made earlier that day.

Sam shot him a bored look and Kirishima piped up over the music, "you made this lemonade, Sam?"

And little did Sam know, a pair of blue eyes theatrically rolled after seeing him nod in response.

" 'Course he makes lemonade." Touya muttered after having eavesdropped on the entire exchange. For a second, it had almost looked like Sam was getting somewhere with Callie. He hadn't failed to notice the way they held each other's gaze after she ran her hands through his hair.

But then his nerdy lab partner had to go and get all lame again. What 21 year old male took the time to make lemonade? And Touya was pretty sure Sam baked too...

Christ.

The guy was a lost cause.

Oh well. As Sam entered yet another insult-throwing round with Bakugo, Touya decided to return his attention to the two women on his arms. Both the red-head and brunette had been waiting impatiently for his attention, batting their lashes and pursing their glossy lips. He pulled them into his chest with a lop-sided grin.

"Now, where we were?"