You yawned after a deep sleep, looked at the clock and saw that it was already past 8 o'clock, today was a day off after all...Wait-!? This is not your bed, nor is it your room.

Beside you, Scaramouche—the one who always tormented your school life. He was watching some video, with some obscene sounds.

Wait, why isn't he wearing a shirt? Oh yeah, you had to help him home from a party last night, both of you drunk.

He glanced at you and smiled, showing you the video.

"Yesterday was my first time, I have to go back as a souvenir, right?"