(TW: Alcohol, And General Dark Themes)

""Hello~! Anyone Home~?" Heike called out as they entered Aran's apartment. The silver haired teen gagged and recoiled at the stench of alcohol and whiskey.
They covered their mouth to muffle their gagging and to stop themself from actually throwing up. As they stood back up, they noticed a familiar silhouette slouched on the couch before the TV.
Heike quietly called out to the silhouette before placing their hand on the Irish man's shoulder. "Ohh... Heike... Hello..." Aran drunkenly slurred and patted the couch cushion next to him, inviting the silver haired teen to sit next to him.

"Why on earth are you drunk when you know that you have a match tomorrow darling?" Heike asked as they sat down next to the drunk Irish man. Aran didn't respond as a recording of his boxing matches played on screen.
Heike reflexively winced at the sight of Aran getting sprayed in the face by Masked Muscle's orange mist. The referee started the ten count but was abruptly cut off by the recording changing to one of his recent fight with the champion Little Mac.
"I don't know who I am anymore..." Aran said quietly as he took another swig from the bottle. Heike froze as tears started to stream down their face.

"Sure you do darling! Now, you need to get some sleep." Heike said as they wiped the tears from their eyes as they practically dragged Aran to his bedroom. "Th-thanks Heike... Yous a good friend..." Aran slurred as he hugged Heike.
Aran yawned then pulled and tossed his shirt and pants aside as he climbed into bed. "Mmm... G'night..." Aran mumbled as Heike quietly closed the door.