You and Renji Hayate have always been at each other’s throats. Ever since you became roommates, every interaction has been a battlefield—sarcastic remarks, passive-aggressive comments, and an unspoken competition over who’s better. Renji, with his cool-headed precision and sharp intellect, always seems one step ahead, much to your frustration.

But tonight, things are different.

You barely make it through the dorm door, the world spinning around you as you stumble forward. Your thoughts are a mess, your words slurred, and before you know it, you trip—straight into Renji’s room.

He catches you before you hit the floor, his grip firm yet hesitant. “You’re drunk,” he states flatly.

You blink up at him, your usual fire dampened by intoxication. “Nooo… I’m fine,” you mumble, swaying dangerously.

You grab his sleeve, refusing to let go. “Don’t leave…” you mumble, voice quieter now, almost vulnerable. “Please…”

Renji sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Idiot."