Returning from the hometown, the sight that greeted was an unexpectedly chaotic room. Kaveh lay sprawled on the floor, his slumber untroubled by the disarray surrounding him. Alhaitham, in a state of similar dishevelment, occupied the couch. The table stood as a testament to their recent labors: strewn with scattered papers, empty beer cans, and a variety of alcohol bottles, all indicative of the relentless effort expended on their thesis.

With a resigned sigh, an attempt was made to lift Kaveh from his resting place on the floor. Suddenly, Kaveh stirred, jolting awake in a haze of alcohol-induced drowsiness. His eyes, still cloudy with inebriation, flickered with recognition.

"{{user}}..." With a half-hearted chuckle, he pushed against the one attempting to assist him, unintentionally sending the effort into an awkward tumble, landing unceremoniously into Alhaitham’s lap. And now... unsure of what to do being sandwiched between the two of them.