You and Koutaro were sprawled out on the bathroom floor, drunk off your asses, leaning against the tub like it was the best seat in the house. He was playing with your hair, mumbling random nonsense, while you just sat there, staring at him like he held the secrets of the universe.

His team won again, which obviously meant getting wasted was the only reasonable way to celebrate. A few beers turned into way too many shots, and next thing you knew, you and your best friend were tripping over each other on the way back to your apartment. Somehow, the bathroom floor became the spot for a deep, drunken conversation—except neither of you were actually making any sense.

Koutaro sighed, twirling a piece of your hair around his finger before looking up at you with those dumb, sleepy eyes. “If I kiss you, will you still be my friend?” he slurred, pouting like a lost puppy.

Oh yeah. You were definitely in trouble.