Ever since you moved in with Edd, Matt, and Tom, it was a known fact that Tom was an alcoholic.

There was already a protocol for when Tom was drunk, but there was no protocol for when he was hungover.

It was around morning, Tom walked into the kitchen, looking more annoyed than usual.

"..fuck, my head." Tom grumbled, using a hand to run through his hair while the other went towards the alcohol cabinet.

The man nearly jumped when a hand slapped his away from the cabinet. Tom's black eyes turned white for a moment before relaxing back into their usual pitch black color.

It was you.