When she had first opened her eyes, the first thing she had seen was her own face staring back at her. The bed she lay in had a mirror placed above it...

Who's bed that was soon became apparent, although she could have guessed due to his sleazy reputation, when her eyes then focused on the dark head of hair to her right.

Touya slept quietly, one arm draped over his eyes while the other touched lightly against hers. Blinking in a dumbfounded silence, Callie pushed herself into a careful sitting position. Looking down, she saw that she was wearing his t-shirt. It smelt like cigarettes mixed with cologne.

He was topless. She didn't have the courage to lift the sheets and check that that was the only item of clothing he was missing. Instead, she turned to the person on her left.

Sam was snoring quietly, his face turned towards her as he slept on his stomach. One of his feet poked out the side of the bed. He still had his socks on.

What.Had.Happened?

She felt her mind begin to race as she looked from one body to the next.

Surely not?

She can't have?

She wouldn't have?

Before blacking out and forgetting the events leading up to this predicament, she vaguely remembered refusing Sam's attempts to kiss her. So surely she wouldn't have...

And with Touya?

She thought back to Touya's liking for multiple guests beneath the sheets. And of course he had a damn mirror above his king-sized bed.

Oh boy...

"Urgh, morning Callie."

She spun her head to see Touya rubbing his eyes. As he sat up, the cover slipped slightly to reveal the band of his boxer shorts. Somehow, this didn't actually ease her hammering heart. She was still silently wracking her brains for how she ended up here. Panicked, she inhaled and straight up asked in a steady voice.

"Touya, what happened last night?"

The man in question gave a drowsy smile. "What? You don't remember? I'm insulted."

Her heart was beating so fast she feared she'd pass out again. The look on her face caused Touya to chuckle quietly.

"Relax, Callie babe." He said softly, his features adopting a more sympathetic expression.

"It's not what you're thinking." He yawned and ruffled his bed-head. Sam grunted in his sleep. "You helped me carry Sam to bed then we all passed out. I let you have my t-shirt to sleep in." He gestured towards the other end of the room. "I think you left your dress over there." The item of clothing lay in a crumpled heap on the floor.

Her body immediately relaxed and he laughed at her heavy sigh of relief.

"Damn, Callie. You got a dirty mind."

"Oh, be quiet!" She shoved him on the arm.

His laughter then caused Sam to stir. Groaning, he lifted his head and peered from Callie to Touya through bleary eyes. It took him a moment, but he too looked perplexed to find himself in the same bed as his roommate and his best friend.

"Where am I?" He grumbled, knuckling his eyes.

"In my bed." Touya responded, settling against the headboard as Callie watched Sam prop himself onto his elbows.

"Why the fuck am I in your bed?" His eyes darted to Callie as he said this and she knew he was also silently questioning why she was there too.

"Callie and I carried your drunken ass up here after you passed out in the kitchen." Touya smirked. If he was hungover, he surely didn't look it. Perhaps he had grown immune.

"And then?" Sam pressed, still frowning and looking rather worried.

Another laugh from Touya. "If you'd have seen the state you were in, you wouldn't be asking that question."

Callie also wanted to clarify she wouldn't have agreed to a threesome anyway, but couldn't bring herself to say the word out loud.

"Right. Well, thanks I guess."

And she did manage to mutter a swift 'you're welcome' as Touya slipped out of bed.

As he disappeared out the door, Callie rubbed her eyes. Her fingers came back black and she realised she mustn't have taken her makeup off last night. A glance upwards at the mirror confirmed she looked terrible.

"You look terrible."

And she cast her raccoon eyes back towards Sam's lazily grinning face. He was without his glasses and Callie found herself briefly wondering if she found him more handsome with or without them.

"You don't look so fresh either, Samuel." She scoffed playfully.

"Oh boy. Did Touya tell you to call me that?" He retorted, sitting himself upright beside her. His hair was even messier than usual, the dark rings under his eyes even more prominent this morning. Or afternoon. Or whatever time it was.

"Is that not your name?" She asked, frowning.

He laughed as he shook his head. "No. He calls me it to piss me off."

And said man called said nickname loudly up the stairs.

"Samuel! You might wanna see this."

Callie exchanged a bemused look with him before sliding out of bed. As she walked, she found herself tugging at the back on the t-shirt to keep her butt cheeks from showing. Due to the form of her dress, she had had to wear rather skimpy underwear that night. She sure hoped the boys had been too drunk to have witnessed them.

As they exited Touya's bedroom, the extent of their wild partying was made clear.

Empty cans and bottles littered the place, as well as the bodies of the guests that had passed out before being able to take themselves home.

Like last time, Deku and Ochako were curled up on the couch. On this occasion however, Shinso and Mina had joined them. The former still had an empty pizza box balanced precariously on his, now stained, t-shirt. Alphys was nestled on Undyne's lap in an armchair, Jirou snoozing in another, while Sero was sprawled across the stripper pole platform along with Camie. Touya cast his eyes around his post-party penthouse with a look of ease. He was clearly used to seeing it like this.

As he lead them towards his large bathroom, they past the guests bedroom and peeked in to see Bakugo, Kaminari and Kirishima lined up neatly in the double bed. The latter seemed to be wearing what looked like Mina's crop-top. Callie vaguely remembered them swapping clothes part way through the night.

"I see you three boys had fun last night." Touya grinned, poking his messy head of dark hair through the doorframe. "Hey, I'm not judgin'." He smirked as he saw Bakugo lazily flip him off from under the tangled bedsheets. Touya sniggered at the reaction and turned to leave, but not before casting one last comment into the darkened room.

"And nice cheerleader outfit, by the way, Kirishima. I can totally get down with that."

"Get fucked," came Bakugo's growling voice, followed by a weak groan from the redhead. And Touya chuckled as he took his leave.

Next, Sam, Callie and Touya moved on to the bathroom where a smirking host pushed open the door to reveal what he'd found.

There, one long leg hanging over the rim of the bathtub and one arm cuddling a pizza box, was Sam's younger sibling. Russ' face was covered in doodles; the usual display of glasses, a moustache, a crudely drawn penis...

"Oh boy..." Sam grumbled as Russ began to groan.

When the three of them walked back into the lounge, they were surprised to see that Shinso was the first one up, standing by the kitchen counter in nothing but his stained shirt and pair of boxers. One of his hands was wedged casually under the band of his underwear while the other clutched a cartoon of orange juice.

"Morning," Touya called, earning a low and lazy drawl of a response back.

"Gimme some," Sam requested as he held a hand out. And as he and Shinso began taking turns from chugging from the carton, Callie couldn't help but squint at how unbothered they were by the obvious unhygienic action.

"Boys, am I right?"

Callie playfully shook her head at Touya's comment. "How can you guys share like that?"

"Says the girl who got into bed with two guys," Touya quipped, casting her a smug look through lowered lids.

Callie scoffed and turned her face to hide her blush.

Across from her, Shinso paused mid-drink to cast a silently approving nod towards Sam. The latter heaved a sigh and shrugged in response.

"You said nothing happened..." Callie grumbled, folding her arms and squinting at him.

A low chuckle sounded in Touya's throat. "Well, I mean, who knows. Am I right?"

Despite his words, Callie knew he was only teasing. Still, she shuffled uncomfortably on her feet at the idea of her engaging in that sort of activity with Sam and Touya...

Was it suddenly hot in here, or...?

"And speaking of boys who like to share..." Touya said as an even grumpier Bakugo entered the room. He shot his senior a glare before snatching the orange juice off the counter and necking the remaining contents.

Callie winced at the sight and began shaking her head for him to stop.

"What?" He grunted.

"Two other people have drank from that, by the way.."

Bakugo paled as the purple haired man beside him shrugged and casually drawled; "Well apparently everyone stood here likes to share so.."

*

Sam and Callie had offered to help stay and tidy up but Touya insisted that he was simply going to call in some cleaners while he went to the shops. The perks of being a rich boy...

Although, Callie and Sam had their own stroke of luck too; Russ wasn't throwing up all over the apartment this time around. He was, however, dead to the world as he immediately retreated to his room upon returning to their apartment, closing his door with a final, grumbling rant about hating tequila.

For the walk home, Sam had lent Callie his jacket to cover her now weather-inappropriate dress. The day was an overcast one, which Callie was actually rather thankful for. At least she could curl up on the couch in front of a movie and not feel too guilty about closing all the curtains and shutting out the daylight.

As she sat in front of some romantic comedy, barely taking in the plot, Sam slumped onto the couch next to her. They had both showered and changed into their lounge wear. Russ was still locked away in his room.

For a while, they simply sat with their eyes on the T.V screen, Callie with her legs tucked under her and Sam with his arms resting on the back of the couch. She hadn't failed to notice his fidgety movements; from scratching his chin nervously, to running his hand through his still-wet hair before finally removing his glasses and turning to her. She pretended she hadn't foreseen this interaction coming when she faced him in response to his gentle call of her name.

"Hm?"

When her eyes locked his, he'd turned away again.

Quietly, Callie pondered what it was that was bothering him. Part of her wondered if he still didn't quite believe Touya's retelling of how the three of them ended up in the same bed. Or perhaps the inevitable 'beer fear' was creeping in.

Clearing his throat, he tried again while Callie looked on with a small smile. He was ridiculously cute when he looked like this.

"Callie..." he began, his voice strained and his eyes squinting bashfully. "Callie, if I made you feel at all uncomfortable last night..." he trailed off, eyeing her shifting expression with nervous apprehension.

She pulled a puzzled look and sat up slightly.

"What do you mean?" She asked, genuinely unable to recall an occurrence when he'd ever made her feel such a way.

Sam shook his head slowly. "Its just...did I..?"

She wished he'd just spit it out already. Did he really think she, him and Touya slept together last night?

"Did I try and...kiss you...last night?"

Oh.

That's right.

The hazy image of Sam's drunken face swaying close to hers flashed in her memory. He'd smelt of tequila and limes and could barely keep his eyes open. She was surprised he even remembered the incident himself. If it hadn't have been for her hands on his chest and his hands on her hips, he wouldn't have stayed on his feet. The fact the memory had stayed with him was quite remarkable. Perhaps it had resurfaced due to regret.

"Oh, right." She uttered, her eyes widening slightly in realisation. The subtle gesture made Sam look even more guilty.

"I'm really sorry," he confessed, swallowing hard.

For some reason, she found herself laughing. The sound caused Sam to bristle.

"It's okay, Sam." She chuckled, reaching to lay a hand on his shoulder. It immediately relaxed beneath her touch. "You were drunk."

Sam sighed and shook his head again. "That's not an excuse. I-"

When her hand moved to his cheek, he was lulled into silence.

"Sam..." she smiled, "forget about it."

He held her gaze for another quiet moment, filled only by the instrumental music that was now playing over the movie scenes that illuminated the gloomy room.

As they both turned turned back to the T.V, the two protagonists were engaging in their first kiss. Over the romantic music, Callie heard Sam sigh lightly. She found herself smirking. Perhaps the alcohol left in her system was making her find this situation all so amusing.

"How about..." Callie piped up, her eyes still fixed on the cliché kiss scene. In the corner of her eye, she saw Sam turn to face her. "You take me to dinner to make up for it?"

And when she turned fully to face him, he was grinning that lazy, easy grin that made her want to close the distance between them.

"It's a date."