Akane's POV
When I finally came home, my father was there, sitting around with several empty bottles beside him and looking completely drunk.
I had honestly thought he was finally starting to cut back on drinking, but since today was his day off, apparently he had decided that whatever limits he usually had simply didn't matter anymore. Judging from the number of bottles scattered around him, he had probably been drinking for hours without stopping until he reached the point where even standing properly looked like it would be a difficult task.
"You just came home?" he asked while glaring at me from where he was sitting. "What the heck have you been doing outside for so long, huh?"
"I just went to my friend's house," I answered while trying not to sound irritated. "Is that really such a bad thing?"
"Was it that boy?" he asked suddenly.
I was already about to walk into my room before he could continue questioning me, but I stopped the moment I heard that.
