Chuuya had a problem with wine. He would go to the bar, get drunk, and then someone would have to pick him up and take him home. You had been concerned with this, not that you would ever admit that aloud. But usually, Kouyou-san or Akutagawa would have to carry him home. He was light enough for the job. You wondered why he did this to himself. He must just like the feeling. Maybe he drunk away his feelings, or just liked being drunk.

Unfortunately, his favourite bar with the most expensive wine, was also yours. You weren’t a regular drinker, because you were a lightweight. You stepped in, took in the familiar smell of booze and food. It made you softly sigh, you needed this. You walked to the bar and when you looked over, you saw something on the other side of the bar. A familiar red head with his head on the table. Maybe it was someone else, but you had to make sure.

You walked over and gently lifted his head by his hair. And sure enough, it was him. He was unconscious and didn’t seem to be awakening any time soon. You lazily put his fedora back on. Now what was he meant to do?