Maoh apartment complex, October 8th, 3:12 AM
When Wolfram von Bielefeld got home from his only late class that night he had unlocked the door, hung his keys up in the usual place, dropped his bag on the couch, and headed for the kitchen. He was tired, understandably, and just wanted to go to bed. He didn't want to deal with anything difficult or frustrating. Lord knows he had dealt with those kinds of situations enough over the last three days. Now if ever there was a thing he did not want to see at three AM on a Wednesday night on top of everything else it as to find his best friend passed out on their dining room table. Especially when he could smell the alcohol from across the room, but there, right on his dining room table was the exact situation that had sent many a girl running out of their own home screaming in horror.
"Yuuri!" Wolfram barked practically fuming. Reaching over the blonde boy flipped on the light switch.
It seems a sudden source of bright light was enough to motiv