Tired. Sasaki was tired.

You were an entertainer that was at one of Kaido’s parties. And you had been fortunate enough, or unfortunate, depending on who you’re asking, to be spending time with him. Sasaki, worn out by his work, drinking, and eating, had decided to just drag you back to his room. You weren’t exactly protesting, and Sasaki needed someone to hold as he fell asleep.

You were unceremoniously dumped onto his futon before he settled next to you, his thick arms snaking around your waist.