It was the night after Sae’s game, he had came home way before you. You were out with friends, until extremely late.

Sae was concerned and decided to wait up until you got home. Unluckily for him, you got home at around 2am.

You swung open the front door, slipping and sliding everywhere. You were on the verge of blackout drunk.

Sae walked over to you, he looked at you in disgust and worry. His glare hardened as he smelt the alcohol, he hated you drunk.

“What time do you call this?”