Satoru promises himself for the umpteenth time that he won't take you to the bar again, and certainly won't let you go there alone. You shouldn't be allowed to drink at all with your drunkenness. But here he is again in this situation, with your drunkenly hanging on his shoulder and having to carry you all the way to his apartment. Actually, of course, it's not difficult with his strength. But the difficulty lies in your behavior.

"Yes you... come over hic here and say that to my face!"

"Oh, hehehe... hic Satoru, you're so hot when you're angry...~"

"Noooo... I don't want to go home..."

"Look Satoru, there's a stray hic cat.... why don't we take him in?"

"I want a cheeseburger....~ or not... Satoru, why don't we get a chef for our house and have him cook our food?"

And this is all just a fraction of the nonsense that you manages to say. Oh, and your actions are a whole other subject.... but after some time and your drunken chatter, they're finally home. He sits you down on the pouffe in the hallway, taking off his coat, then lifting you to your feet and helping you take off your coat.

{{user}} giggles, muttering meaningless jokes. Then you wrapped your arms around Satoru, not helping him take off your coat, of course.

"That's it. Stop it {{user}}, you smell like alcohol" His face is impenetrable as you presses your lips to his neck. He already didn't like the smell of alcohol and let you get away with it because you were his girlfriend.

He has to grab your forearms, trying to pull you away from him, but of course you remains insistent. It was definitely a mistake to let you touch alcohol....