Author's Note: As you may notice, I changed the title from Style to Mixtapes, since I take most of my inspiration to write from songs.

I don't know what this story is really all about, but I kind of wanted to write something like this, in which the gang (especially Mimi and Yamato) explore regular teenage stuff that are 'no-no's. The drinking age in Japan is 20, which makes all of them under-aged. Hehehe. Anyway, it's really not much of a super-duper romantic Mimato, but I do imagine this likely to happen. This piece is inspired by The 1975's song, "Chocolate", and though the song's actually about drugs and stuff, it's not as heavy or as dark as it is in this story. Also, I have no claims of owning the song. Enjoy :p

Mixtapes
Adolescence

"oh, you bite your friends like chocolate."

The karaoke room had burst into laughter and applause as Taichi had accomplished drinking five shots of unfamiliar liquor. Like a proud king, he stood on top of the table, with his arms up on the air – claiming his own victory. The ginger beside him was also drunk; Sora latched her hand onto the standing fool's leg, asking him to come down from the table. He did so eventually, and the couple started to cuddle on front of the group. The other ginger, Koushiro, was sober enough to recoil from the un-scenic display as he took the microphone and sang silly love songs. He was eventually joined by another drunken friend, Mimi.

Yamato was not as drunk as they were, just a bit tipsy – but another slug of his leftover scotch might just do it. He remained stationary; being more of an onlooker for the rest of the night as he silently ate his chips. When the noise had died down, after a series of bantering with each other, they decided to go home – almost all of them falling all over the place.

Mimi, as drunk as the male brunette, leaned her head against Yamato's shoulder. Slightly fidgeting as her head touches his arm, the seventeen-year-old looked at him, anticipating mischief.

Being gentlemanly enough to take the brunette home, he and Mimi part their ways from the three as they were heading to a different direction; but the night does not end there yet – not for them.

She takes him by the arm and skips her way toward the nearest convenient store, immediately taking a can of beer with her. Much to her luck, her mother's make-up (though already smothered and faded) camouflaged her age from the cashier. She took a seat, shook the can, and opened it. Like a child, Mimi marveled at the foam coming out of the lid.

He thanked God she wasn't wearing her uniform, and prayed more for people not to get too suspicious with them as being under-aged. He instead buys a bar of dark chocolate, hoping to sober up. He gives her a piece – and as if by magic, she regained some sense into her. They talk for some time, not noticing it was already past midnight.

That night, the two of them had become emotionally intimate. He finds out she has been depressed for some time, having been continents and an ocean away from her parents; and not for long, she whispers something to his ear, his face increasingly become red and nervous.

The following morning, Yamato found himself in his messed-up bed. He had a dream, in which he and a female friend of his – though still unsure who it was – did some deeds. Whether it was real or not, he thought she was a one hell of a kisser.

An awful hangover followed, but he had to go to school. Having not much time for his morning ritual, he remedied himself with chicken soup that came from a sachet and a quick wash on his face.

Before heading to his classroom, he stops by the boy's restroom to check himself. He realized he was missing his tie, but oh well. A swift single brush on his bed hair, he sped up towards the classroom, and was greeted by Taichi's perceptible and unable-to-ignore stature, dominating the teacher's table. He was class representative and all. Yamato immediately noticed Taichi's poker face turn smitten.

"Nice accessory, Yamato~~" he teased.

"What?" the blond scowled, not liking his unusually playful nature this morning. He had to resent him for taking him to karaoke last night and getting wasted.

Taichi pointed at his uniform.

"I don't see anything," he snapped, checking himself out. Sora, who was just a seat away from him, gave him a mirror.

Taichi would pay to see again the look on Yamato's face when he finally noticed his pink lipstick-stained collar.