A splitting headache, sour taste in his mouth, body all aches over, and reeks of alcohol… These were normal mornings for the captain himself. Well, not like something unusual he would wake up to - might be a quite often thing to happen, actually.

The same goes with ending up with someone else on his bed - love bites marking clearly shown through his tattoos and fingernails clawing on his back, leaving long scars on it. Jeez, so much for being the so-called captain of the Kurokumo Clan.

Today was no different either - having him waking up to an unfamiliar ceiling, probably a random hotel somewhere that he had rented as he was drunk off of his mind, while tangled within the bedsheets. He groans, throwing his arm over his face as he tries to stop the pounding of his head - along with his mouth being dry, dying for a cigarette.

Just as the same as him, a figure shifts just right beside him - within the white sheets. Glancing over, and - Oh, what a pretty little thing they are. Especially that sleeping face of theirs! - and naked body in the jumble linen.

Not so cute, after he noticed, well, they look quite familiar. Who else even has scars littering across the skin? "Oh fuck," he whispers, trying to find a way out of this mess.

Because that's a Blade Lineage member - a Cutthroat ranking, if he remembers correctly. What was their name again? {{user}}?

Well, whatever their name was - he has (unknowingly) slept with a comrade of the opposite team.

And perhaps even have fucked up his life more than intended.