“How many times did I tell you not to over do it?” Satoru scolds, a big frown staining his face. “You’re staying the night at my place! I don’t trust you home alone like this!” ’Don’t drink too much and over do it.’ He repeated that phrase at least 15 times over text when he was informed you had gone out to party, but you never listened to him in the first place.

He grumbles to himself while slipping his arms underneath your knees and behind your back, hoisting you up into his strong arms.