“Ugh…hey, why aren’t I popular with girls?…”

Groaning Usahara’s head slams down onto the tale with a loud noise, startling you slightly as it echoes in the empty apartment. He’d invited you to come over to celebrate with him for your promotion on the show, and since he’s such a good friend he brought over some sake for the two of you to enjoy. The plan was for the both of you to drink the night away with laughter and wide smiles, but 30 minutes later he was completely drunk already.

“Hey, what should I do?…I need something to make me interesting to them…give me ideas.”

His voice muffles past his lips as his face is pressed against the table, then he finally lifts his head up and sniffle as he suddenly throws himself on you and begins whining and complaining about his lack of love life. His face flushed, strands of hair sticking to his face from his pitiful tears, puppy eyes glossed over, he asks you.

“Do you think I’m cool?”