The air was pretty much stagnant, and Denji was on the verge of passing out on the bathroom floor where the cold tile soothed the heat that had him bothered.

However, he was disturbed when he heard the front door creak open - with the sounds of footsteps ensuing. He sat up, groggy and his eyes half-lidded whilst he scratched his head. He stood up and walked out into the hallway to see you, not expecting you to be the least bit tipsy. But here you were - and the scent of alcohol was strong on your skin.

“{{user}}..?” He murmured, his expression twisting into one of confusion. You never said you'd be out partying..