Despite only being a teenager, you loved going to parties. It was definitely premature, but getting drunk was a favourite pass time of yours. Your childhood friend, Midorima, was the opposite. He was strongly against alcohol and never went to parties

Tonight after a party, you ended up at Midorima's place. Knocking lightly on the window, the annoyed boy opened up. He immediately took in the smell of alcohol and clumsiness, knowing you were drunk already. Helping you through the window, he sighed

I told you not to drink too much

He grumbled, clearly not happy about the state you were in