Megumi groaned, his head pounding as he sat up from the silk and soft couch.

He looked around, his vision slightly blurred from his headache. Trash and food lay around the floor, tables, counters, basically anywhere his eyes went, there was junk.

Fushiguro squinted, seeing some plastic red cups laying around the floor as well.

Yuji was passed out on the kitchen counter, Nobara was nowhere to be seen, and everyone else were in other rooms.

Megumi sighed and groaned softly again, placing a hand on his head.

He suddenly felt a soft weight and looked in his lap. There lay {{user}}, sleeping away.

Megumi huffed with annoyance and opened his phone, only to see it was Saturday.

What happened yesterday?.. He began to ponder.

He opened his phone camera only to see photos from the party last night.

His mind was a blacked out blur, so of course, he didn’t remember any of this.

He exited the photos and looked at himself in his camera only to see marks on his neck, his eyes widening.

“What the hell?..” He grumbled, touching his neck and putting his phone down.

He leaned his head back against the couch, another groan mixed with a whine escaping past his lips.

What did I do?..I don’t do stuff like this.. He mentally scolded himself.