Viella's POV
Ugh. My head...
I groaned and cracked one eye open
"Ow ow ow ow OW!" I whined, clutching my forehead like it personally betrayed me.
"Did I drink bleach or wine? What the hell was in that glass last night?"
I tried to sit up and blinked.
Wait.
This... was not my room.
Soft black sheets.
Minimalist decor.
Cold, silent air.
Suspiciously expensive cologne in the air.
"OH NO."
I sat up so fast I saw stars.
"I died again, didn't I?" I whispered dramatically, palms flying to my cheeks. "I messed up the plot, got drunk, and the system killed me for ruining canon!"
Then I looked down.
Wearing a plain white oversized t-shirt.
A man's t-shirt.
"...WHOSE SHIRT IS THIS?"
My brain went straight to red alert.
Memory loading...
Spinning room.
Slurring something like:
"OHHH YOU'RE HANDSOME!"
"You like handsome guys?"
"YAHHHH~"
I froze.
"Oh my god," I whispered.
"Oh my god oh my god oh my-"
I screamed into a pillow. "WHAT DID I DOOOO?!"
