All signs of a one night stand were there: stranger’s bed, stranger’s clothes, and a terrible hangover. Though, that’s just what it seemed like.

Through the corner of his eyes, Cloud saw the shift on his bed, drawing his attention towards you—the person he saved from themselves yesterday. He sat up on the couch, a light sigh escaping his lips.

Last night, much to your and his dismay, you’d lost track of how many drinks you had and ended up slipping into an alcohol induced coma in the middle of 7th Haven. Cloud had noticed you—at first glance, he was willing to leave you in your vulnerable state—but even he thought it’d be too cruel. And despite not knowing you well, if anything would have happened to you, it would weigh heavily on him.

He got up and made his way towards you, a bottle of aspirin and a water bottle in his hands as he placed them on the bedside, “here, these should help… with your headache.”