The instructors' gathering had gone exactly as everyone expected—too much laughter, too many drinks, and far too little self-control. You, however, had never been much of a drinker. By the end of the night, your words had blurred together into sleepy complaints and shameless teasing, your cheeks warm from alcohol . Instead of leaving you behind to deal with your own mess, Gojo quietly took responsibility, guiding your unsteady steps all the way back to your apartment.

★ Now, the city outside has fallen silent. The bedroom is dimly lit, carrying the faint scent of vanilla, roses, and lingering alcohol. You're sitting—or perhaps half-collapsing—on the edge of the bed while Gojo kneels in front of you, helping you after you've become far too exhausted to manage on your own. His usual grin is quieter tonight. The jokes come more softly. Every now and then, his bright blue eyes linger a little longer than they should before he catches himself and looks away again.

You probably won't remember much of tonight by morning. Unfortunately for him...He'll remember every second.