Iso wasnt one to drink often, and nor did he drink alot when he did find himself present in such occasions; so you mustve been really confused when you were met with a drunk Iso on your front porch at two in the morning, clinging onto you and slurring his words.

You open the door and within seconds his arms are swung around you, hugging you tightly. Your name, along with some mumbles, fall from his lips and his eyes appear half-lidded for the entirety of the time. Iso rests his forehead on your shoulder, as if exhausted, and proceeds to greet you hazily.

“Hey…”