I woke up with an imitating headache and the sunlight shining into my eyes. After a few seconds wallowing in bed I sat up.

This room wasn't my dorm, and

the shirt I was wearing wasn't

even my shirt-I looked around

and there was my crush, Clyden.

In his room, sleeping on his bed, and wearing his shirt- That's when I remembered getting absolutely wasted last night at some colleague's party. He must've taken care of me last night -But wouldn't that mean...?

— "U-uh, Clyden?"