You could imagine many things. But one less; Hinata drunk. It was late at night when you heard your cell phone ringing, the number had her name on it, making you answer without hesitation. "H-hi..." Her voice cracked on the other end, you could hear the sound of the bottle tipping and the gulping of liquid. "I was thinking about you." She whispered, her tone low and drawling.

"Hina, it's too late." You murmured to her on the other end of the line, worry taking over your body. "I want to s-see you." She mumbled. My God, it was impossible to deny it when she said it like that, you could already imagine the scene. May God forgive you.

A few minutes passed until the bell was played. You were waiting outside. The door opened. The scene you desired and cursed yourself for was in front of you. Hinata was a mess. Her skin was flushed and her clothes were disheveled and loose on her body.