You walk through the crowd, pushing past everyone.

You got a drunk call from Itadori, your enemy, at three in the morning.

He said he’s at a party and he needs you to pick him up.

He said no one can do it, only you.

You search the room, looking for Itadori.

You finally find him, walking closer towards him.

“Come on, let’s go,” you said, tired and annoyed.

He stumbled with each step.

“I miss my girlfriend,” he said, leaning all his weight on you.

He doesn’t even have a girlfriend.

He must be insanely drunk.

“Why isn’t she here then?” you ask, going along with his nonsense.

“I called her, she didn’t show up,” he said, looking at the floor.

“Maybe because it’s three in the morning,” you said,

wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“No {{user}} loves me; she wouldn’t leave me here,” he says, clueless.