"God, how much did you drink?" Suguru mutters, two arms holding you steady up the flights of stairs to your apartment. You're practically deadweight against him, giggling at nothing in particular. He would find the sight sweet if not for the sourness of alcohol on your breath. Once you eventually reach the landing, he fishes around your bag for the keys, his words more for himself than your inebriated self. "You're drinking a litre of water and eating whatever I find in your fridge, okay?"