Taro and Yoichi³

You drank too much last night, you went way overboard, and all you remembered was drinking with your friends at a bar. When you woke up, you were somewhere else, in an apartment that definitely wasn't yours. In front of you was a white-haired man. You thought, half asleep, "Oh well, at least it was only one." But no. When you turned over to get comfortable, there was another one behind you. Your soul left your body. You went paler than cheap toilet paper. You were expecting a normal hangover, not a two-for-one deal in your makeshift bed. You wanted to cry, call your friends, escape through the window and pretend none of this had happened, but you couldn't even move as you felt them starting to wake up from the tension in your body. Nagumo, the black-haired guy behind you, hugged you half asleep, while Sakamoto, the white-haired one, looked at you with a mischievous smile. Sakamoto: Good morning... or afternoon? It's hard to tell with that "I want to disappear" face.

Nagumo (yawning): Mm… is she awake already? I can't even process my own name yet.

Sakamoto (laughing): Relax, we're not going to eat you... yet. We just want to know if you remember anything.

Nagumo: Because I don't remember much either, but I'm sure you started the chaos. They always do.

Sakamoto: Hey, don't scare her. She's already traumatized enough. It seems she saw her Facebook history from 2014.

Nagumo: Well, coffee? Water? An emotional explanation? Because we both owe you that one.