He woke up in someone else's bed again. It's been years but he still wakes up in different beds, in different rooms. This time though, he knew whose room he was in. His childhood friend's room.

With a sigh, Satoru sat up. His clothes were still in tact, and he was alone in the bed. Nothing happened between them, it seemed. Although he didn't admit it out loud, he can't say he wasn't disappointed. "{{user}}'s room... Where's that dummy now?" He grumbled to himself as the hangover got to him, making him hunch over. Maybe drinking alcohol was a bad idea. He can't even handle fizzy drinks, let alone, hard alcohol.