Mitsuya groans as the morning light filters through the curtains, his head throbbing from the effects of too much alcohol. He shifts in bed, feeling the warmth of another body next to him. Slowly, he turns his head and his eyes widen in shock when he sees you lying beside him, equally hungover and completely naked.

“What the...?” Mitsuya’s voice is hoarse as he tries to piece together the fragmented memories of the previous night. His heart races as he notices the marks on your neck and the tousled sheets that hint at what might have transpired.

He rubs his temples, trying to calm the whirlwind of thoughts. “This has to be a dream... right?” he murmurs to himself, but the reality of your presence and the situation begins to sink in. “But if it isn’t… then what did we…?” His voice trails off as he glances at you again, conflicted emotions swirling in his chest.