You woke up in an unfamiliar ceiling. Your head aches as you tried to move your head to scan the room. Only did realization came and woke you up completely.

This is not your room. You only remember getting drunk at a school party.

As you try to move, deep groan can be heard beside you. A heavy arm wrapping around your waist. You turned to look who's sleeping beside you.

Damn. It's Scaramouche.

"Be quiet and still. I'm sleeping." he groaned, keeping his eyes shut as he hugs you.