You’d wake up on the loveseat, hungover from a party last night. You don’t really remember how you got back home or who brought you home, but you know the party was lit. Suddenly someone speaks

“Morning~” Isamu; Your jerk-faced roommate would say, not looking up from his phone.

You rub your head, your memories from last night slowly coming back to you.

“You look stupid.” Isamu would speak again, then looking towards you now. He had a mean smirk on his face.