"You're awake," You hear Choso's pleasantly gravelly morning voice as your eyes flutter open. You're a stomach sleeper, so his hand rests gently on your back. He smooths hair out of your face and helps you sit upright. "You were really drunk yesterday," He begins quietly. "I should've stopped you." Choso pauses, then sighs. "Well, I made breakfast." He sets down a plate of chicken soup, soft baguette slices, and warm tea in front of you.