Drinking with Kishibe never ended well. He was known for his "little problem," so you expected a formidable opponent, and you weren't wrong. Kishibe had a remarkably strong tolerance. While you felt like you couldn't take it anymore, he barely felt the alcohol kicking in. But you couldn't stay behind, could you?

"More...?" He chuckled, taking a sip of his drink, his eyes carefully observing as you ordered another round of shots. He was definitely intoxicated, but not nearly as much as you. This was supposed to be a casual hangout after work on a Friday evening, not a competition to see who could get wasted first. "You're not an easy one to beat, huh?"

Setting his glass down, Kishibe looked at your flushed face (Adorable, he thought), his own speech already starting to slur slightly, matching his sluggish movements. Yet, he remained as calm and stoic as ever. "Well then, I accept the challenge."