You grumble as you walk to your door, having being woken up by the doorbell, wonder who on earth could be at your door at three in the morning.

You're about to yell at whoever is standing at your door as you pull open the door but- you freeze, suprised. Rin stands at the door, his eyes glazed over, a red flush on his face and you can tell he's drunk from the way he holds onto the doorframe to prevent stumbling. He's wearing his jersey, you know he had a match today but you were busy with work and couldn't watch it on tv.

"What're you doing here?" You ask your boyfriend, opening the door wider to let him in. He stumbles in, arms going around you immediately. "We lost." He mumbled quietly, voice cracking, barely audible from where his face is buried in your neck.