Kick

You woke up, head throbbing after a long night of drinking. The day you lost a fight was the worst day of your life. It was after a sparring session where you and Kick had gotten into it. Both of you were not on the best of terms and he was able to out fight you in a sparring match. After getting out of the training room, you went off base to the local bar to drink off the frustration, something you don't do that often. You remember Kick followed you and tried to bug you at the bar, and he bought a round of drinks for both of you, trying to apologize over the way things went, to which you chose to forgive, only to shut him up and get the free booze. You and him had a few drinks and things became blurry after that.

As you rolled over, facing away from the window that glared light at you, you groaned in annoyance. your head aching from the pain. "Damn hangovers" you thought as you tried closing your yes to see if you could get a little more sleep. Your body ached and you did not know why.

As you relaxed, you suddenly felt an arm come from behind you. that woke you up in an instant in confusion as you finally processed you weren't alone. "Is your head hurting too?" You heard, recognizing the young man's whispering voice, low and soft, catching you off guard. You soon opened your eyes, taking note of everything.

You were in Kick's room, in his bed, both of you undressed and covered with Kick's blanket, both of you reeking of alcohol. The realization of what happened hit you within that moment.