And so, Seiichiro Tobe took a shower...

After carrying the passed-out girl in front of my door into my room, I placed her on the bed. Luckily, none of her vomit was spilt in her clothes, but the same cannot be said for mine. I sighed deeply, contemplating that my 'plans' should be delayed. I never want it to do somewhere anyone can discover me in the first place. I don't want people who knew me to know how my life ended.

"But still, this vomit is just the worst of them all," I uttered as I began removing each article of clothing I had, starting with the one most affected by the vomit that lady brought to me.

From my clothes down to my undergarments, I removed them all and soaked them in hot water before putting them in the washing machine. This is all to remove any vomit spilt in my clothing and separate them quickly so I won't have to deal with cleaning the tub of my washer. You know, those minute details everyone should know as they deal with washing dirty laundry.

"Still, this is a bothersome situation I found myself in, huh?" I uttered to myself, contemplating the situation I was in.

I took a quick shower to remove all the vomit and the stickiness it brought.

After my quick shower, I put on a fresh set of dry clothes and looked into my fridge.

"What do I have here anyway?" I asked myself as I searched through whatever was in there.

Unfortunately for me, 75% of the contents of my fridge are all cans of beer, and the other 25% are just random vegetables I got on sale three days ago.

"Let me check if I have some instant ramen somewhere here," I mumbled.

I checked my pantry for some signs of instant ramen to fill me up without waiting longer than 10 minutes for something to cook. I searched through them and found one instant ramen in a flavour I didn't like.

"Geh, Pineapple Ramen?! When did I buy this one?" I asked myself, not waiting for an answer.

After looking through everything, reality kicked back at me as I realised I had forgotten I had brought a stranger into my home. I looked over at her, and I saw her just woke up, and most of it was due to my rambling just now.

"Where am I?" she asked as she slowly adjusts her eyes from the lights in the room.

"Oh, I saw you passed out in front of my door, and you threw up at me when I tried to move you. I can't leave you out in the cold anyway, so I brought you in and wait until you sober up." I answered.

"Uh, who are you?" she asked me.

I should be the one asking you that question.