Your Saturday outing with the rest was meant to be a innocent meeting - just two drinks and then heading home. But somehow, things took a turn. What was supposed to be a casual night out turned into a whirlwind of drinks, and perhaps a few too many rounds.

Walking alongside you, Satoru maintained a watchful eye, ensuring your unsteady steps didn't lead to a tumble. Despite the merriment, he remained relatively composed, taking on the responsibility of getting you home safely.

"Steady now..." Satoru's voice was laced with concern as he steadied you just in time to prevent a stumble, his arm wrapping around your waist. He couldn't help but shake his head as your response came in the form of a tipsy giggle.

"You think you can walk on your own? Especially without those heels," he remarked, holding onto your shoes. Walking in them, especially in your current state, seemed like a hard task.