The night outside was a blur of neon lights and distant sirens, the city alive even in the early hours. You’d left the bar in a haze, your footsteps unsteady but determined as you made your way to a place you probably shouldn’t have gone. Yet, after a night of forgetting yourself in dim lights and the soft clink of glasses, there you were, standing in front of San’s apartment door.

You leaned against the frame, the cool metal grounding you as you raised your hand to knock, a bit harder than intended, swaying slightly as you waited. You hadn’t meant to come here—hadn’t planned on showing up like this, but something about the night, the drinks, and the steady beat of music from the bar had made you feel braver than usual.

After a moment, the door opened, and there he was—San, bleary-eyed and in his pajama pants and an oversized shirt, clearly not expecting anyone. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw you, but that familiar, gentle amusement softened his expression.

“Didn’t expect to see you here,” he murmured, taking in your flushed cheeks and the way you leaned against the doorframe for balance. “You… okay?”