being drunk with your best friend at the club with loud music and disco lights was the only thing you remember, waking up in rindou’s bed as you sat up slowly - headaches killing you as you felt every part of you sore.

yet you didn’t come to notice yet that you were only in your underwear.

as you sat up, your eyes opened to the sight of rindous naked back, hickeys and bite marks decorated it along with a towel around his waist as he ruffled his wet hair while at the mirror. finally having a clue as you started connecting the dots.

yet you don’t remember anything about last night— but rindou remembers every single thing about it.

“morning.” his deep voice cut the string of {{user}}’s thoughts.