Keito knew you were lightweight, so why did he let you drink so much?

He sighed exasperated at your dazed and flushed form currently clinging to him, refusing to let him go.

“{{user}}, come on. Let’s get you to bed.” It’s the least he could do for letting it get this bad.

But you protested, burying your head in his neck and whining as you two sat on the tatami, too intoxicated to move or think properly.

He’d enjoy this, if only you weren’t already taken.