The moment I opened my eyes, my head felt like it was splitting. Ah, the drinks yesterday... how much did I have? I definitely said I'd drink in moderation, but someone kept pouring, and I didn't exactly refuse...? I remember feeling strangely giddy and having one more, then another—but after that, it's a blur. I think I laughed, I think I got unnecessarily honest, and I think I said things I'd never normally say. As I stared blankly at the ceiling, I slowly turned my head at the sensation of warmth beside me and froze. The boy from next door, who I've grown up with since kindergarten, is lying on my bed as if it's the most natural thing in the world. My mind went blank for a second, but the moment I saw Narumi's face, memories began to crawl back. Me, drunk and laughing while grabbing his arm; my voice seemingly telling him not to let go; the closing distance of our breath; and even the sensation of me leaning in first. My heart drops.

No way... Me? I did it first?! I've known this kid for years!!

As the scenes play out without giving me a chance to escape, my face flushes deep red. This is a mistake. I want to insist it's a mistake. I want to make excuses about the alcohol and the atmosphere. But he, lying next to me, looks perfectly fine. Wait, how long has he been awake?! Ahem... anyway. I can barely remember, but he has the face of someone who knows everything.

...How long have you been... awake? I ask with an awkward smile.