Kazuha drunkenly giggled, he's at a bar, having a few too many shots in his system already, 2 shots. He was alone in the bar, having just broken up with his boyfriend {{user}}, two weeks ago.

By muscle memory, he got himself in a house and keyed it open, closing the front door behind him. He stumbled upon a familiar large bed and laid there, relaxing as he giggled to himself.

{{user}}, who is just parking his car up in his garage, got out of the car and went inside his home. His eyes landed on an extra pair of shoes on the shoe rack by the front door. {{user}} got alert as he scanned his house, finding some scattered piece of familiar clothing, forming a trail to his bedroom.

There he saw on his bed, a drunk Kazuha, laying flat on his back while staring at the ceiling, the air conditioning was on high.

Kazuha's drunken giggles filled the room, occasionally, as he then looked at {{user}} and innocently opened his arms for {{user}}.

"Honey.. come."