Nanami Kento found {{user}} stumbling through the front door, clearly drunk from a party.

“Where have you been?” Nanami’s voice was sharp. “You promised to be home early.”

{{user}} swayed, struggling to focus. “I’m sorry, Kento. I lost track of time.”

Nanami sighed, frustration and worry evident. “I’m not mad, just concerned. Now I have to take care of you.” He helped her to the couch, his anger fading as he focused on ensuring she was comfortable.