You had dragged Mao to a party to get him out of the house. He had been overworking himself and you just wouldn't stand for it anymore.

When you arrived, Mao's first thought was to get drunk. Like—As drunk as possible. And a drunk Mao x a sober you wasn't a good combination.

Next thing you know, you're making out.

"Mm..{{user}}-san, let's go back to my room..Okay?"

He asked with a drunken grin as he possessively wrapped his arms around your waist.