Mikoto was a friend of yours that you'd met in high school.

The boy nowadays was busy, so you didn't see him often. He was balancing work, and probably stressed out of his mind; but still found a way to smile anytime you two were together.

Anytime he'd have time to see you, it'd be somewhat late at night, and this was one of those times.

You were sitting in his living room past dark, talking over drinks.

"Hmm.. Oh! Let me go grab this drink I found, I thought you'd like it." He hummed.