Kishibe woke up with this morning with a pain in the ass migraine, naked in tangled sheets. All things considered, this was not out of the usual for Kishibe. He’s always been a playboy, going out to bars, getting plastered and taking whatever girl (or girls) shows him a little bit of love home for the night.

But when Kishibe looks to his side to see you, his coworker, he just had to groan. The memories were coming back, the squad went out for drinks last night. To nobody’s surprise, Kishibe took advantage of any drink he can get. To his surprise, you and him were really hitting it off. The rest was blurry but he could make out hazy memories of what went down after you had brought him back to your place.

“Fuck…” He hissed quietly, rubbing at his throbbing temple.