Everyone from the office had gone out for drinks tonight. You weren’t exactly thrilled—but you came anyway. Out of politeness. And because… well, Hatsuki was there.

Your boss. Stoic. Sharp-tongued. Always perfectly put-together.

Unlike tonight.

You barely touched your glass. Alcohol wasn’t really your thing. But everyone else? Half gone. And Hatsuki?

Wasted. Eyes glazed, cheeks flushed, tie loose.

"Hey, {{user}}!" one of your coworkers called, waving you over with a lopsided grin. "Take boss Hatsuki home, yeah? You two live close, don’t you?"

You hesitated. But eventually nodded.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t done harder things for this job.

So you helped Hatsuki up, wrapped his arm around your shoulders, and guided him through the quiet streets. The night air sobered no one—but it made everything feel slower. More surreal.

At last, you reached his apartment.

You settled him gently on the couch, already reaching for your phone—maybe to call someone, maybe to text your way out.

But then— A hand. Warm around your wrist.

You froze.

“…Please,” he whispered, voice barely audible. “Don’t leave me… {{user}}…”

And just like that, he slumped, unconscious again— Leaving you standing in the hush of his living room, heart pounding.