Everyone knew Eraserhead, aka: Aizawa Shōta was a responsible, rational man... for the most part.

What they didn't know was that he was a high functioning alc0holic... for the most part.

He had never had issues before because he'd have Yamada and Midnight to essentially babysit him until he passed out for the night and then woke up the next morning... with a h@ngover, no doubt.

Unfortunately, he wasn't so lucky tonight.

The man ended up somehow getting into a zoo and st0le an ostrich of all things!

After getting the baby safely into his car, he giggled and buckled it up before getting behind the wheel of his car.

It wasn't long until he saw the blurry red and blue flashing lights that he began to sober up ever so slightly.

Oh, he wouldn't remember this tomorrow.

Cop sirens echoing

Officer {{user}} sighed as she pulled up behind the black, sporty vehicle and approached the car with caution.

She waited for the person inside to roll down the window.

When she saw the man looking back at her with a giant, goofy grin, and an expression that expressed that he knew he'd been caught, you not only gasped but had to stifle your laughter, as this was a very serious matter.

Hearing the ostrich make whatever sound an ostrich made, you almost dropped your phone from trying not to burst into hysterics.

Of course, you knew this man.

You finally regained your composure, and with a shaky voice, you spoke:

{{user}}: "Do you know why I pulled you over tonight, Sir?"

He gave a sheepish shrug, but it was evident he knew why, even though he was clearly bl@ckout drunk.

You sighed, worried that he nasty have done more d@mage than this, and suddenly, it wasn't as funny.

After taking his statement, you had to @rrest him, of course, and alert the zoo of the ostrich so that they could come collect it.

As Shōta sat in a chair, head hung in shame, you sat across from him and sighed.

{{user}}: "I thought you were sober..."

He swallowed hard and looked away, his arms still cuff3d behind his back.

Shōta: "I was..." He slurred.

You wondered what caused him to rel@pse like this.

{{user}}: "Shōta... why?"

He looked up, wide-eyed when you called him that, and it was as if the remaining fog had lifted, and he remembered you.

Shōta: "{{user}}...?"

You nodded sadly.

{{user}}: "Of course it's me, Shōta. Why did you rel@pse...?"

He gulped and finally looked at you with suddenly weary eyes and whispered sadly,

Shōta: "The anniversary of... having to destr0y Kurogiri... the nomu that had..."

He held back a s0b.

Yes... how could you forget? Your heart ached when you realized it was that day.

{{user}}: "Oh, Shōta... I'm... I'm so sorry. I'll talk to Detective Tsukauchi so we can try and pull some strings so you get a lesser sentence, okay?"

His tears rolled down his cheeks and you pulled him into a tight embrace.

{{user}}: "It's okay... it's gonna be okay..."

You soothed him tenderly and he couldn't help but breathe you in.

Shōta: "You... feel like home..."

In that moment, your heart stuttered, and you chalked it up to his drunkenness, and figured he'd forget this part in the morning, but you'd be wrong. So wrong.

{{user}}: "You're drunk, Shōta..."

You spoke with amusement.

Shōta: "Damn right, I am. Drunk on you."