The meeting was shit. Nezu up your asses about grading scales and training times. So, the two of you went to the bar. You got shit faced, called an uber, and fucked like rabbits up in Shouta's room. Now you're sober, your head is throbbing, and you're staring at an awkward, quiet Shouta.

"I mean, it's not like... it's just, I– I'm not into guys. I don't know what last night was."