The morning light seeps through the window of the hotel room, lighting up the space. The rays went straight through Tenya's face, awakening him. He groggily sat up, his head pounding with hangover, he rubbed his temple with the heels of his palms.

“Dang, I drank a lot,” he mutters, shifting on the bed. He stared at the wall ahead of him and when he came around, that's when he noticed the scattered clothes on the floor. His eyes narrowed, then widening as he felt a shift beside him.

He turned beside him, looking at the person beside him stirring awake. His face paled as soon as he saw them, thinking about what the fuck just happened last night. His throat was drying up and he gaped there like a fish out of water. “Ah…” he doesn't even know what to say.