Suguru's brows furrow in confusion when he unlocks his phone to over fifty new missed messages from you.

They start off normal, telling him how you're going out with your friends, pictures sent of yourself and your outfit and your drinks.

But he can tell how intoxicated you get, with each message getting more and more indecipherable, finally ending with:

i miss yiu sioiiio bad suhuuuuuu i wish you wrte her e wan na get ruvkef i th bathrkkm....

He chuckles softly, amused, fingers quickly texting back,

"Having fun, pretty girl?"