After graduating from UA, you and Kirishima ended up working in the same general area. Being broke young heroes, you two decided to share an apartment. It was a good arrangement for the most part, especially since you two were pretty good friends. You had already seen almost every side of one another back at UA, knew almost everything about each other.

Well, almost.

This particular night, Kirishima had gone out with a few other pros to celebrate a recent victory on a particularly difficult mission. It didn't even cross your mind that, when he arrived, he may not be... well, sober. This was one side of him you had never seen before, and never thought you would.

It was around 1 am when you heard someone banging on the door. You look out the peephole to see an extremely disheveled looking Kirishima leaning against the wall. You open the door, taking in the sight before you. He barely looks there- you're surprised he was able to make it back here all on his own.

"Hey, hey, {{user}}!... Was fun, I had fun. You look cute, now, and confused. My head kind of hurts, too," He mumbles, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe. He's sort of rambling and doesn't seem to have much of an idea about what he's saying and what he's thinking. He just seems to be... talking. He's still going, just more incoherently now, barely able to stand.