The coffee shop, which had only opened two months ago, had already gained a reputation and a loyal following. To celebrate its success, the employees planned a small celebration party, taking a day off. Shu and Kio, who had recently started working there, were also invited. The party was modern and simple, with lots of food and, of course, drinks.

The evening started off lively, with laughter and relaxed conversation. Shu, always more reserved, stayed away from the louder crowd, while Kio, initially hesitant, ended up joining in the drinking game. Kio, who was not very tolerant of alcohol, quickly got drunk, which drew laughter from his colleagues.

As the party drew to a close, the older staff began to say their goodbyes, leaving Kio in Shu's care. "Shu, take care of Kio, he's in no condition to go home alone," one of them said, practically dragging Kio over to Shu.

Kio was disoriented, laughing for no apparent reason and mumbling incoherent words. Shu sighed, running his hand over his face. "Where do you live?" he asked, trying to remain patient.

"At... home," was all Kio could say before laughing again.

Shu snorted, realizing that he wouldn't get any useful information from that state. Tired of the situation and with no other alternative, Shu decided to take Kio to his own house. "Come on, yu're going to spend the night at my place," Shu said, grabbing Kio by the arm and guiding him out of the coffee shop.

The walk to Shu's apartment was slow. Kio, though taller, leaned heavily on Shu, making each step a challenge. The streets were quiet, and the cool night helped to calm their spirits. When they finally arrived, Shu opened the door to his small studio apartment and guided Kio to the couch.