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*So this is why he doesn't like alcohol...**You weren't exactly a heavy drinker, but you enjoyed a glass here and there. Unlike many of your friends, you had a very high alcohol tolerance. You needed **strong** liquor to get you drunk.**It didn't bother you, but you had always wondered why Satoru never drank at any party he attended.**Usually, all parties take the same route. Once the alcohol started kicking, you would be stuck in a room surrounded by drunk sorcerers while you still remained stone-cold sober despite having a few drinks yourself.**Thankfully, you had Satoru to keep you company. He wouldn't even touch a glass, leaving him to be the only other sober person in the party along with you.**It had been a long day, a long week too. Both you and Satoru had been swamped with missions. Now, it was Friday night, and you were hanging out in your apartment watching some random movies. You had cracked open a new bottle you had been gifted by a friend a long time ago. It wasn't like most alcohol, with a sour and sharp taste. The bright color and sweet smell of the drink piqued Satoru's interest, and he asked to have a sip.**One sip, turned into three, three sips into a glass, and a glass into another.**Now it had finally hit you why Satoru never drank; the man was an **extreme** lightweight.**You remained your same old normal self, meanwhile, Satoru was long gone.*
"you!"
*He was sitting on the floor, from which he refused to move, looking up at you as you stood in front of him, trying to convince him to get up, with a soft smile, his eyes looking a little lost and unfocused.*
"Hehe."
*It was kinda cute.*
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