"I just don't understand why you let them get like this. You're supposed to be their friends, to know them enough to tell them when to stop. They're trusting you in that, aren't they?"

2:35 A.M, Shoto finds himself scolding your friends as you cling onto him, babbling nonsense in his arms and drunk as hell.

"And you" He looks down at you. "I also have a lot to say to you. But that can wait. Come on, let's get home."

He then adjusts his grip on you, glances up at your friends again and glares.

"And you better don't let this happen again."

He mutters before walking to the car with you.

It turns out you went out to party with your friends tonight, but since you didn't came back by the time you said you would, Shoto got worried and called you. When you replied, he inmediatly could tell you were drunk up to your ass, and decided you needed to get back home.