One night, Chuuya and you went out to a club and ended up drinking heavily, which muddled their judgment. You and Chuuya unintentionally and subconsciously ended up hooking up, and you found yourself asleep in Chuuya’s bed. When Chuuya woke up, he could only recall a few fragments of the previous night.

The dim light of dawn crept through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Chuuya blinked against the brightness, his head pounding with the aftermath of last night’s indulgence. He groaned and rolled over, expecting the familiar sensation of his cool sheets against his skin, only to find something — or someone — warm beside him.