Four signs that you might’ve made a terrible mistake: bed that wasn’t yours, clothes that weren’t yours, a bad migraine from a hangover, and the scent of cigarette smoke enveloping your senses as soon as they came back to you.

Ichiro’s attention was no longer fixated on his screen, instead turned to you when he heard the ruffling of sheets.

Luckily for you though, this was merely a misunderstanding. You were absolutely wasted at a party, he recognized you and did you a favor by taking you home—to his home. That’s the extent of what happened.

“Good morning.” The smoke from his lips poured out as he shut his phone and put it down. He was contemplating whether he should mess with your or not—after all, he wasn’t obliged to help anyone, especially when they were in MDT.