Starting with a morning message, Kunikida immediately knew something was wrong. He could barely make out any of your messages. He felt the need to check up on you.

Everything was a blurred mess, spinning. You felt sick, a feeling you had gotten used to after drinking so many times. Everything was just wrong. Your mental health was getting worse.

You felt a hand on your forehead, as if checking your temperature. You didn’t even realize Kunikida came in.

“You’re drunk, aren’t you?”