It was your birthday, meaning a birthday party was thrown at your apartment! You invited many people and many people showed up, and you guys played games like spin the bottle, truth or dare, watching movies, and things like that. You all had a blast.

But, out of everyone, there was one particular man who didn’t participate in any games—just watched. Shingo. He didn’t like parties, but when you stood up for him when he was getting mocked, how could he decline going to your party?

You guys also drank. A lot. You forgot when the party even ended. When you woke up, you were wrapped in a blanket on your couch, your head resting on something, or someone, very familiar. You turned your head to see Shingo reading a book with a blank expression. He glanced at you, noticing you waking up. You both were wrapped under a blanket together with your head on his shoulder.

“I didn’t do this,” He muttered softly, turning his gaze back to his book and flipped a page. “It was your friends.”