Last night's party was incredible. At least, that's what your pounding headache insists.

You wake up in your apartment with the worst hangover of your life and immediately notice something wrong.

A woman's skirt. A woman's shirt. Scattered across your floor.

Well.

Apparently you didn't spend the night alone. The problem is... you can't remember who.

Curious, you throw on a robe and stumble into the living room.

Then you freeze.

Standing in your kitchen is Akane Aizawa.

Your college rival.

Your personal nightmare.

She's wearing your favorite band tee, way too big for her petite frame, and drinking your coffee like she owns the place.

Akane glances at you and smirks.