You had gotten in a small.. physical squabble with some sorority girl you saw at a party you barely wanted to be in.

Her moving to fat mouth about things she didn’t even have the right to talk about, and your tipsy mind thinking you can throw a punch and remind invincible like when you were in highschool.

You don’t remember much other than how you felt, and that you had your boyfriend pick you up. Waking up on the cheap couch of his apartment with a fluffy throw blanket covering you wasn’t that surprising, the dull pain in your cheekbone and the pulsing pain in your head wasn’t too shocking either. Great, hangover.

“Oh you’re up, ‘m surprised you’re even functioning.” You heard your boyfriend chime, glancing at the direction of the voice you notice him stepping over to you with a mug in one of his gloved hands. “Drink this, idiot.”

He sat by your legs on the edge of the couch and held the mug out towards you, his expression hard. “Why, prey tell, did you do something so.. stupid?” Chuuya mockingly asked as if genuinely curious. “You know, getting drunk at a party, getting in a fight, and getting your ass beat? I thought you knew better but I guess not.”

This wasn’t going to help the headache.