Sonosuke Izayoi x Seiko Kimura

A Drunkard's tale

I still couldn't fucking believe it.
Seiko Kimura was in my house.
The reason I was expelled, the reason Ruruka was expelled, is laying on my couch. And I brought her here!
Of course, if I knew who she was, I would've left her on the ground, but she's asleep on my own couch!
Ok, ok, no need to panic. I'll just kick her out tomorrow morning. She has a place to stay, and she'll head back in just a few hours. She just.... has to crash here for the night.
I attempted to calm my nerves by distracting myself. Maybe if I pretend she's not here, the time will pass by quicker. Yeah, I'll try that.
...
It was going rather well, actually. I managed to clean all the dishes, put them away, and I even gathered up dirty clothes from around the apartment! Until.. she woke up.
"guH-"
She jolted up on the couch, trying to take in her bearings before flopping back onto the couch, looking deathly sick.
I slowly walked to her side, making sure she still was breathing. She felt hot to the touch, but I didn't know what to do for that. I'm no doctor, and I'm sure as hell not running her a bath.
I began to hear a choking noise as I walked away, and turned around to see her gagging profusely.
"Come on, really? Not on the carpet-" I grabbed a nearby trash can, and put it next to the couch, which she not-so-gracefully accepted.
For the next 5 or 10 minutes, she was throwing up into the bucket. Not much came out though, which concerned me for a second.
"Wait... what did I just say? I'm concerned that Seiko's not eating properly?"
I shut myself up and said it was just my dumbass sympathy getting to me. She fucked us over, royally, but no one should have to do... this for 10 minutes.
Once she finished with the trashcan, I rinsed it down the sink with some water, and set the can aside to clean later.
"H-...hey?" Seiko asked weakly, trying to turn her head to get a look at me.
"What'cha need?" I said in an uninterested voice.
"You know.... you look pretty handsome for a ketchup man."
I... what? The hell could that mean?
"Seiko, the fuck does that mean?"
"Oh, come ooooooon.... you know ;)" She gave me a little wink and tried to stand up, before wobbling on her knees and falling on her face.
The hell did she drink... Ruruka never got like this whenever she drank, and she does it pretty often."
Just what exactly had gotten into this girl.
......
After a quick google search of what helps with After Drinking Pains (I have no clue what you call them, ruruka never told me) it said coffee helped. And luckily enough, we had some grounds lying around. They were stale, but... they'd have to do.
I brewed up a pot of coffee, and guided Kimura to the bathroom. I'm not gonna wash her, but she isn't gonna piss herself on my carpet either.
Pouring a cup of coffee for Kimura, I trudged to the bathroom, asking myself why the hell it was that I was helping the person who siglehandedly ruined my life.