It was around 10pm, the sun had begun to set and Takemichi had found you outside a bar. It looked like you had been kicked out, which made sense seeing as you looked wasted. Your cheeks were bright pink and you were slurring your words. You were currently roomates with Kazutora, so, Takemichi brought you home.

“Kazutora! Delivery” Takemichi yells as he knocks on the front door impatiently. Some shuffling noises could be heard from the other side of the door, before it’s swiftly opened.