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“Hey, man, I think you should slow down,” Oboro said as he took the glass from Shouta’s hand.
“Excuse me?” Shouta asked with a scowl on his face. He reached for his glass again only for Oboro to move it further away. “I was drinking that.”
“Why don’t I get you some water?” Oboro asked, leaning on the bar
to separate Shouta from his alcohol.
Shouta rolled his eyes and turned away toward Hizashi and stole his glass. “Hey, I was drinking that! Get your own!” Hizashi protested as he yanked his glass back.
“It’s okay, buddy. Lemme get you some water.” Oboro ignored Shouta’s protest and pushed him away when he reached for his drink as he got the bartender’s attention. “Can I get some water?”
“You may,” the bartender replied.
“Thanks, man,” Oboro said as he took the water. He turned to Shouta and held it out for him. “Here.” When Shouta made no indication he would take it, Oboro sighed and said, “It’s vodka.” He took the glass right away.
“I think Aizawa’s ready to go home,” Hizashi said. “He’s seriously chugging that water.”
“You’re probably right,” Oboro said. “I’ll take him home.”
“I don’t need to go home. I’m fine,” Shouta said as Oboro led him out of the bar.
“Yes, you do. You are absolutely wasted,” Oboro responded. He held Shouta by the waist and shoulder to keep him upright and to stop him from running back into the bar where Hizashi and Kayama were still going strong. “You’re such a lightweight.”
Shouta continued complaining all the way to the subway station, but once they were in the subway car, he seemed to calm down. Oboro sighed in relief and sat the two of them down.
There weren’t many other people in the subway car that late at night. There was a man in a suit who looked like he just got done at an office and an older woman who looked cranky that she was up so late. Oboro leaned back and yawned, holding Shouta’s hand to make sure he wouldn’t go anywhere. Luckily, Shouta seemed content sitting where he was. In fact, he leaned his head onto Oboro’s shoulder and nuzzled his head into Oboro’s neck. Oboro moved his head forward and glanced at Shouta.
He looks tired.
He glanced around at the other two subway patrons. The older lady wasn’t looking at them; she seemed zoned out, staring off at the opposite window. The man, however, was staring at them, and only stopped when Oboro looked at him. Oboro himself looked away and grabbed out his phone for something to do. He checked the time, finding out that it was 11:45. Opening his phone, he discovered a text from Hizashi.
Hizashi: hows ti gingg ?
Oboro: Great we’re on the subway rn
Hizashi: ool kyaama is makngi me drkin relay bad coakeayls got to go
Oboro laughed at Hizashi’s butchering of the word “cocktails.” He set his phone down next to him as Shouta let go of his hand. He used his newly free arms and wrapped them around Oboro’s arm.
Is he asleep?
“ ‘Rakumo,” Shouta said, answering Oboro’s question.
“Yeah?” he asked, getting a mumble in response. “What was that?” Shouta didn’t respond. He looked up and saw the older woman glaring at them. He decided to ignore it and rest his head on Shouta’s.
Luckily for everyone, the train stopped, and the older woman got off. Now it was just Oboro, Shouta, and the man, who he kept stealing glances their way.
“-love you,” Shouta said.
“Wait what?” Oboro asked. “What did you say?”
“I love you,” Shouta said. “I love you.”
Oboro could only gawk at him, unsure of what to say. He felt his heart beat faster. Isn’t there some saying about how drunk people always tell the truth? Shouta squeezed his arm, and nuzzled harder into his neck. It was uncomfortable for Oboro, but he didn’t want to ruin the mood for Shouta, so he allowed it, taking a second to glance at the man. His eyes were wide, and he laughed a little as he looked away. It seems they both were in shock about Shouta’s words.
Finally, Shouta retreated from Oboro’s neck and just stared at him, their faces too close. He said nothing, and to fill the uncomfortable silence, Oboro said, “Finally awake?”
“Can you kiss me?” Shouta asked.
That hit Oboro like a bullet train. If he wasn’t sober before, he definitely was now. Shouta moved forward, but Oboro stopped him with his hand, face warm. “Uh, no,” he said.
Shouta frowned. “Why not? Did I do something? I-”
“You’re drunk,” Oboro said, inturrupting. “Maybe when you’re sober.”
This seemed to satisfy Shouta because he just smiled and leaned against Oboro’s shoulder. Thinking that was the end of it, Oboro leaned back and closed his eyes.
Unfortunately, Shouta had other plans.
“You’re beautiful,” Shouta said. Oboro laughed, feeling slightly giddy. So, Shouta thinks I’m beautiful?
“Really?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Shouta said. “I love your eyes. They’re like-like-they’re like…” his voice drifted off as he most likely dozed off, but their stop was soon, so Oboro nudged him awake.
“We have to get off soon,” he said. Shouta groaned and nuzzled back into his neck. Oboro regrettably pushed him away, saying, “When we get home, then you can tell me how pretty you think I am.”
Finally, the train stopped, and Oboro stood Shouta up and led him to the door. They got off, but not before Shouta said, “We should get married.” Oboro immediately turned toward the man still in the train who looked wide-eyed with a hint of disappointment that his late night show was leaving. The doors closed, and he was gone. Oboro turned back to Shouta who looked like he might fall asleep where he was standing. Oboro chuckled and started leading him out of the station.
Once they got to the street, it was only a few more blocks to Shouta’s apartment. Shouta didn’t say anything on the way there, obviously annoyed that he was suddenly walking in the cold. Finally, when they reached the apartment building, and Oboro led Shouta inside, he finally relaxed.
“Do you recognize where we are?” Oboro asked.
“I’m not a child,” Shouta said.
Oboro laughed as they made their way to the elevator. They got in, and Oboro spent too long looking at the buttons. “Uh, what floor are you on?” he asked.
Shouta pushed in front of him and spent too long staring too before choosing a random floor. They got off on that floor, and Oboro and Shouta walked down the hallway toward the end and stopped. “I don’t remember your room number,” he said.
Shouta thought for a moment. “It’s eleven,” he said.
“Are you sure?” Oboro asked.
Shouta paused again. “No.”
Oboro laughed again, pulling out his phone. He opened his text messages and sent one to their group chat.
Oboro: Does anyone remember Shouta’s apartment number?
It took a few minutes for an answer.
Hizashi: du. o
Kayama: hes the first apartment on the 5 floor
Oboro: thanks!
Oboro and Shouta made their way toward the elevator again, this time choosing the right floor and then apartment. Once inside, Oboro shed his shoes, and Shouta did the same. Shouta made his way through his apartment toward his bedroom. Oboro went into the kitchen and poured him a glass of water and brought it to the bedroom where Shouta was already snoozing under the covers. Oboro shook him awake and held out the water.
“What?” Shouta asked.
“More vodka,” Oboro said.
Shouta groaned and buried his face in his pillow. Oboro laughed for the thousandth time. “It’s water.”
Shouta raised his head and took the glass, drinking half of it in one go. He set it down on his night stand and laid down again. Oboro got up to leave, but before he could get far, Shouta grabbed his sleeve and pulled. “Stay,” he said.
“I have to go home,” Oboro said. “We can have a slumber party with Hizashi another time.”
“No, not with Yamada,” Shouta said. “Just us.”
“You’re not going to remember anything you said,” Oboro said. “You always forget when you’re drunk, Shouta.”
Shouta yawned and shrugged. “Don’t care,” he said. “I want you to stay.”
Oboro shook his arm free. “Shouta, I like you too, but you’re drunk right now. Maybe if you were sober,” he said before he turned and left. He glanced behind him. Shouta was asleep, so Oboro looked forward again and walked toward the door. He tried not to think about having to walk the entire way back to the bar now that the trains were closed. For a moment, he considered just crashing on Shouta’s couch, but he knew Shouta would be peeved in the morning so he decided against it. Putting his shoes on, he prepared himself for the journey back to the bar until he got a text. He checked his phone and saw it was from Hizashi.
Hizashi: i throgh up
Oboro chuckled and walked out the door, a bounce in his step, thinking about everything Shouta said to him tonight. Perhaps he should go out drinking with him more.