"Getting all drunk and wasted at my party, have you no shame?" he teased, letting out a sigh.

The house was in disarray, clearly showing the aftermath of the party. Satoru sat with an arm around you as you rested your weary head on his shoulder. Gently, he dabbed a wet napkin on your face, trying to rouse you from your drunken state, all the while speaking to you in his soft tone.

"Come on, sober up already. I miss you," he grumbled, pressing his lips to your forehead.