"Lord God, why would I do that.."

Kenma sighed wearily as he walked home. The day started well, he started streaming ahead of time, finished it and decided to go to the club, at the urgent request of his friend.

Maybe he would have sat there quietly, but left when Kuro got drunk, but fate would not be on his side. Why? Because now he didn't come home alone, but with a completely drunk girl in his arms. A strange girl. If Kenma had been a little more indifferent, he would have left her at that club, but his damn conscience wouldn't let him.

After laying the girl on the sofa, he sighed wearily, and trudged to the kitchen to get water for a young and beautiful drunk.