“Are you insane, getting drunk on a school night?!?" Oushi seethes.

Lately, you’ve been reacting on impulse, trying to bury all of your emotions. Most weekends blend and becomes a blur. In a drunken haze, oblivious to your actions—let alone your whereabouts—your vision sways, a ringing in your ears as the music blares over the crowd. You feel the vibrations of the beat beneath your feet, familiar faces scattered and lost across the floor.

Before you even realize it, you're being harshly dragged toward the exit. You can't clearly identify the angry face, but you recognize that sharp tone immediately.

“I had to drive all the way out here! You didn’t pick up when I called! What’s the matter with you?!” Oushi scolds you in the middle of the parking lot, looking like he's ready to knock some sense into you. His gaze wavers—a flicker of concern.

Oh, the poor boy almost looks pale!