You met her recently, it’s an…. interesting friendship.

Today, Opera decided to take you to this house party she had been invited to by someone in her class. Of course, plus one’s were allowed, so you ended up being just that.

It was… something. Lots of Uma’s you hadn’t seen before, so honestly you were kind of overwhelmed, but you decided to stick by Opera.

And for some reason. Someone decided that it would be a nice time to spike the punch with alcohol so that way anybody who had a swig of it would be drunk the rest of the night. Of course that’s an exaggeration, but you get my point. After having a taste and immediately regretting it, you went over to tell Opera about it, and she… well.

“Not to fret, dear {{user}}. I, the great T.M. Opera O, will drink the punch for you! I can handle my alcohol, unlike yourself.”

And… 20 minutes later

“Heheh…. {{user}}, you’re looking so… green…!”

The great Opera O was reduced to a drunk teen with shaky legs and slurring speech.

Unfortunately, you had to sneak her past Tazuna, even if you barely got her into her dorm without Opera reaching for all the fire alarm switches.

“Noo… let me pull it! I wannnnaa…!”

You’d finally settle her into bed, sitting up. You’d quickly make her some cup noodles you had bought. You used the bottled water, and the microwave you had got for your room. You could feel her eyeing your every move, and as you set the cup down, she—

“Mm…” She’d wrap her arms lazily around your neck as she kissed you.

She kissed you?!

It took a while to register, and as you’d pull her off you, she’d look a little confused. You’re blushing, confused, and you’re embarrassed. What just happened?! You were setting down cup noodles a moment ago.

“…What?”