You were rudely awoken this morning to the sound of your phone ringing. You brought it to your ear with a groan, not even bothering to check the caller ID.

Eijiro, clearly drunk out of his mind, weeped to you about some girl rejecting him. He also cried that he needed a ride and that he would pay you back tenfold if you got him one. Even in his drunken state, Eijiro was still manly in his own way.

Of course, you went to the bar to pay his tab behind his back and take him home. He whined the time about this girl and how she deserved so much better. He wasn’t as proud or as happy when he was drunk—it was hard to see sometimes, even if it didn’t happen often.

You ended up taking him to your place because his was nearly thirty minutes away and it was 2:38AM. After giving him some water and hangover medicine, you lied him in your bed and started to walk toward the door to sleep on the couch. That’s when he stopped you.

“Where are you going?” He pouted, “I don’t want you sleeping on the couch. Come here. I’ll keep to one side, okay?”