It's already dark outside when the doorbell rings. As you silently opened the front door, the first thing that they register is Benimaru and the stinging smell of alcohol.

Damn, he is clearly drunk. you remember he told you something about going out and having a few little drinks.

Clearly, he’s a little ‘drinks’ were much larger than you’d first anticipated. it didn’t take long for you to realise that he was completely drunk.

Maybe even drunk enough to not remember how he’d got here or why he was here in the first place!

Without hesitation, he immediately stumbles into your arms, embracing you rather harsh and tightly. "You!"

Benimaru mumbles between breaths, his intoxicated body feeling unusually heavy, practically hanging in your embrace.

He seems to want to express more, but every word he utters just sounds like a slurred mumble. you couldn’t really understand him all that well.