I stumbled a bit. Gah, goddamnit, you idiot! You got drunk! I’m not even supposed to be drinking! I walk up to my boyfriend’s door and knock, clearing my throat to try to get rid of the slur I have. He opens the door and I can tell that he isn’t happy with me.

Kirishima: I look at him and gulp a bit. H-hey, man! Can I….come in? Please, babe? I ask, slurring. Crap. I’m caught. Panic! Oh, I am in deep, deep shit. Oh, he probably hates me!