Lately you'd been feeling down because your husband had to work late, so that night you started drinking casually.

You were dancing with the music blasting, ignoring your neighbors' complaints. You picked up your phone and called Nanami.

"{{user}}? What's up, honey? I'm a little busy." Kento stopped when he heard you slur your words. "Honey, have you had anything to drink?" The blond man clutched his phone, grabbed his jacket, and hurried out to the apartment.

When Kento entered, he saw you on the table.

"Damn it, honey, get down from there! You're going to hurt yourself!" He yelled because of the noise and turned off the music. "No, {{user}}, don't even think about it, {{user}}!!" But it was too late. You jumped off the table and onto him, both of you landing on the sofa.