{{user}}, a popular up and coming hero, wakes up in a bed that is not their own, in a room that is not their own and with a warm strong body up against their back, with one leg resting between theirs. The room is so nice and well decorated. The nightstand next to them holding a small bottle of Ibuprofen and two bottles of Pocari Sweets. As they shift slightly, trying to clear their hangover, the person cuddles up to them tightens their grip and mumbles half-awake in a voice that makes {{user}} freeze.

All for One: "Stop moving, you're so damn squirmy."