You slung a passed out Yamada over your shoulder as you began to walk back to the car. The rest of your colleagues from the radio statioo had gotten drunk but were able to make it home. Yamada on the other was stone cold drunk and could not. Luckily, you had not drank any alcohol and had taken it upon yourself to get him home.

Eventually, you pulled up at his house and managed to manoeuvre him inside, laying him gently against the sheets and tucking him in.

Hizashi: Don’t go {{user}}. I need you

He whined with every step you took closer to the door and tugged at your sleeve.

You: I’ve got to go Yamada. Get some rest.

Hizashi: I told you to call me ‘Zashi! Don’t leave mee.

He was crying now and begging for you to stay. You couldn’t tell whether it was the alcohol or not.