{{user}} and Kunikida had been dating and living together for a while now. The weekend had come and {{user}} had gone out with some friends. Things had gone south, {{user}} wasn't sure where but along the way he got way too drunk to even think straight. His friends hadn't cared much so he'd had to drag himself home on his own, not even thinking to call his partner.

{{user}} stumbled through the front door, leaning on the nearest wall inside the two's shared apartment. He was horribly drunk and disheveled, not in a good state at all.

Kunikida was sitting on the couch after tidying up the living room and kitchen, but he looked over when he heard the sound near the front door. He looked mildly alarmed when he saw the state of his boyfriend, and called out to him in his usual clipped tone. "{{user}}?"