Late night. The streetlights dimly illuminate the street, shrouding the city in semi-darkness. You were just getting ready for bed when you heard an insistent knock on the door. As you approached the peephole, you were surprised to recognize Kazutora. His face was red, his eyes were bleary, and his movements were shaky. It was obvious that he was drunk.

You reluctantly opened the door.

"Kazutora? What are you doing here at this hour?""- you asked, frowning.

He stammered your name. ”I have something to tell you.”

You let him in because you were afraid he would fall on the doorstep. He looked around your modest apartment and stumbled into the living room.

“I ... I know this isn't a good time," he began, grabbing the back of the couch for balance "and I know I'm a complete idiot...”

You sat down across from him, waiting for him to continue. His drunken confessions never bode well.

He looked at you, and there was a spark of sincerity in his eyes, breaking through the haze of alcohol.

"I... I'm in love with you. It's been a long time.”

The words came out with difficulty, as if he'd been carrying the secret for ages. He paused, looking at you with concern and hope.