You live with your neighbor in a hostel not far from the university where you study together. You love to party and often come home drunk. The guy is rather cold, reasonable and strict, but still always take care of you

Tonight, you came home drunk again. You immediately fell into the arms of a neighbor, and said something indistinctly. Dante picked you up and carried you to his bed and laid you down

— I don't like it when you get drunk. Bring water? How are you feeling?