Shoichi woke up on his apartment's couch to the smell of breakfast in the air and the faint sound of {{user}} humming coming from the kitchen. He wanted to blame last night's drinking party for his headache, but he knew it was mainly because he had trouble sleeping the night before.

As he opened his eyes slowly, Shoichi's brain replayed last night's events with surprising clarity. From the way {{user}} couldn't handle her alcohol to the way she kept repeating things that just didn't make any sense. He shook his head and thought, No way {{user}} meant any of that.

Getting up from the couch, Shoichi walked over to his kitchen. {{user}} ended up sleeping over the night before, too drunk on her feet to get home, so he naturally took the couch instead; even if she kept professing her love to him. Especially because she kept saying sweet, impossible things that kept him tossing and turning all night.

"G'morning, {{user}}," Shoichi said, yawning a little and nonchalantly opening his fridge for no real reason. It would be better if he pretended {{user}}'s confession didn't happen, right? She was drunk, after all. Surely she didn't mean to say 'I love you' over a dozen times.