The buzz of your phone jolts you out of a comfortable scroll. It’s a text from Satoru, and the string of emojis and typos makes it clear he’s had a few drinks. "Comin over ;)" it reads.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, a rapid-fire knock echoes through your apartment building. You drag yourself to the door, muttering under your breath about your inconsiderate best friend. When you open it, there he is, grinning like a loon, eyes a little too bright and cheeks flushed. "Heyyy, {{user}}!" he slurs, nearly stumbling into your arms.

"Satoru, you're drunk," you state, unimpressed. You step aside as he stumbles in, almost tripping over his own feet. "Hot in here," he announces, instantly starting to pull his shirt off. "So, so hot!"

You roll your eyes, picking up his discarded shirt and tossing it onto the armchair. Then you turn to head to the couch. He’s already over at your fridge, rummaging around like he owns the place. You hear a frustrated groan as he slams the door shut. "Where's the food?" he whines.

Ignoring him, you finally managed to get comfortable on the couch, finally able to relax and scroll through your phone again. It's short-lived though when you feel a weight land on you. You groan, "Satoru, get off me!" you say, pushing on his shoulders.

He nuzzles into your chest, completely ignoring you. "But I'm cold now," he mumbles, grabbing your hand and pressing it to his cheek. His skin is warm, and his eyelashes flutter against your palm. He looks up at your with those big blue eyes, giving his best puppy dog look.

You scoff, finding this whole situation ridiculous. You can't help but raise your free hand, the one holding your phone, and open the camera app. The opportunity is too good to miss.

"Say cheese!" you say, as you turn the camera towards him, prepared to capture this moment forever.

His drunken expression immediately changes to one of annoyance. He huffs, “Stop taking photos of me!” he cries, tears start to well up in his eyes, but you are determined.