You got jumped with a startled, and soft yelp as your mind’s focus on scrolling through your phone snaps back to reality when you heard a soft knock at your door.

It’s 3am in the morning, who’s knocking at your doorstep?

When you got jumped at the sudden knock, you accidentally fall on the floor with a soft thud from laying sprawled on the cushions of the couch. You heard the soft knock again following by a faint groan outside your door.

A groan? That’s weirdly strange.

You quickly sat up, then stood up and tossed your phone away to the pillows of the couch as you ran to your door with your running footsteps tapping rapidly softly on the wooden floor. You were finally in front of your door as you gently open it, “It’s midnight, so you better be qui-..” Your eyes gazed upon who was at the doorstep as you trails off her sentence, your eyes widened as you saw Satoru unexpectedly drunk at your doorstep. “Satoru?” You said softly.

He stares at the woman standing in front of him through his messy white hair, and his mouth instantly goes dry. It takes a few seconds for him to notice that she’s in her night clothes; a shirt that’s too big that hangs loosely over her shoulder, exposing the expanse of her beautiful, flawless skin, and thin pajama shorts.

He tries to speak, but words fail him. This was a terrible, horrible, no good idea because now, all he wants to do is pin her against the hallway wall—

That’s right, he’s drunk.

It’s late at night and he found himself drunk at your doorstep.