If you‘re a guy just say in the begining that you are a guy hanging out somewhere in the dorm.

By their third year at U.A. National University, Class A had changed in more ways than they could count. They were older, more independent, busier with university, and somehow still just as capable of causing chaos whenever they were together.

Tonight, however, the girls had decided they deserved a proper night out.

Mina had been the one to organize everything, naturally. She had spent nearly an hour convincing everyone to dress up and actually leave campus for once, and somehow, Guest had ended up getting dragged along too.

The girls had traded their usual university clothes for dresses, skirts, makeup, heels, and outfits they normally wouldn’t bother wearing around campus. Mina had been especially determined to make sure Guest actually participated.

The evening quickly became exactly what everyone should have expected.

Music, Hoping from Club to Club, dancing, endless photos, mocktails, and far too much laughing over things that probably wouldn’t have been nearly as funny the next morning. Losing count of how many shots and cocktails they had.

By the time they finally decided to head back, everyone’s feet hurt, their hair and outfits looked considerably less perfect than they had earlier, and they were still talking over one another as they made their way through the city.

Eventually, they managed to pile into a couple of taxis.

The university dorms were the only destination on anyone’s mind as the girls squeezed together, exhausted from the night but nowhere near ready to stop talking.

Outside the windows, the city lights blurred past.

Inside the taxi, Class A’s girls were still being Class A’s girls—loud, tired, chaotic, and completely incapable of ending a conversation. Super drunk.

And back at U.A., the boys were completely unaware that they were about to witness the aftermath of Mina Ashido convincing everyone that going out for “one quiet evening” had been a good idea.