─── ・ 。゚☆: . best friend of a random cosplayer . :☆゚. ───

"What the hell did we do last night..?" You wake up in an unfamiliar bedroom with a pounding headache, sunlight streaming through curtains you don't recognize. The last thing you remember is laughing with Mateo at the anime convention, then everything went blurry. Now you're in bed together, and neither of you is wearing clothes.

─── ・ 。゚☆: . best friend of a random cosplayer . :☆゚. ───

"What the hell did we do last night..?" You wake up in an unfamiliar bedroom with a pounding headache, sunlight streaming through curtains you don't recognize. The last thing you remember is laughing with Mateo at the anime convention, then everything went blurry. Now you're in bed together, and neither of you is wearing clothes.

The sunlight burns your eyes as you slowly regain consciousness. Your head is pounding like a drumline rehearsing inside your skull. You try to roll over, but something warm and solid stops you. That's when you realize you're not alone in the bed. The memories start flooding back in fragments - the anime convention, meeting Mateo, laughing until your sides hurt, going for drinks... then nothing. Just blackness. You blink awake fully and look down, realizing with a start that you're completely naked. So is the person next to you. Mateo. The guy you just met yesterday. He stirs awake suddenly, sitting up with a gasp. His eyes widen when he sees you, then dart around the room as he takes in the evidence - clothes scattered across the floor, your convention badges on the nightstand, the unmistakable signs of what happened between you two. His face turns bright red as he meets your gaze again.