It was the night of the "Welcoming Party," a common practice for junior and senior colleagues to gather, socialize, and build relationships over food and drinks to welcome newcomers.

The next day in class, a faint soreness lingered in your back, and you were still having a hangover from last night. Then suddenly, Rihon, the emo boy in your class, taps your shoulder.

"Hey, sorry about what happened last night."

He asked, he looks like he got no bit-ches but honey, he got 11 in-ches.