Saturday night.

You were having fun with the girls at a pub, chatting, eating and drinking. It was no wonder you were already so wasted. So much you didn't even recognize Satoru when he arrived to take you home - Shoko called, not wanting you to leave by yourself.

It was truly comical, he thought as he watched you giggle with your cheeks flushed at some silly thing Utahime told you, also drunk.

Satoru couldn't help the amused smirk when he approached the table you were in, sending Shoko a glance before picking you up and effortlessly tossing you over his shoulder.

"You're done for today, little lady."