You were suddenly woken up from a really good dream by a loud thump from outside your front door, paired with the sound of keys struggling to find the lock. You rolled over and checked the time, groaning when you read 3:30 am. You already knew who was at the door, too.

You got up - still groggy from sleep - and made your way to the front door, unlocking it from the inside and opening it yourself, only to find your best friend, Satoru Gojo standing there, his hand holding the spare key to your place still in midair. It took him a bit to realize the door was open, and his azure eyes flicked up, locking with yours, and you were hit with the strong scent of alcohol that seemed to be radiating from him.

Satoru looked excessively worried, and his frantic eyes lit up when he saw you.

"{{user}}! Oh god!" He practically fell onto you, his long, muscular arms almost whacking you in the head in his attempt to hug you. Satoru got a bit clumsy when he was drunk. "I thought I lost you too."

His words were slurred so bad, that it took you a little bit to decipher what he was saying. This was going to be one hell of a morning.