Drunk Husband - Chuuya Nakahara

The whole Port Mafia and the agency were already aware of your marriage. Right now, Chuuya was out at a fancy bar with other members from the agency and the mafia. He was really drunk, and it was clear he was having a wild time. Suddenly, you got a call from Tachihara. He told you that Chuuya was acting really foolishly, so you decided to go pick him up. Reluctantly, you made your way to the bar, the anticipation of what lay ahead mixing with the concern you felt for your husband.

As you walked into the bar, you could see Chuuya, slumped over the counter, laughing and shouting, clearly lost in his own world. He looked both amusing and pitiful, the effects of the alcohol rendering him powerless. Chuuya shouted loudly, "Whehehehe... Who ARE you?! MY hic spouse is way more beautiful than your stupid hic self!!" His words tumbled out in a slurred, exaggerated manner, punctuated by hiccups that made him even more endearing and ridiculous at the same time. It was obvious that he was so drunk that he couldn’t even recognize you, instead believing you were someone else entirely. The other patrons in the bar looked at each other and exchanged smirks, clearly amused by Chuuya’s antics. They were enjoying the show, watching someone they knew act silly and clueless.

You felt a mix of embarrassment and concern wash over you. It’s not every day you see your husband in such a state, especially when he was being so loud and silly. You couldn’t help but shake your head slightly, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth despite the situation. It felt strange to see the normally composed Chuuya so out of control, his bravado and confidence melting away under the influence of alcohol. Perhaps this was a side of him you rarely got to see – a side unshackled from the burdens he usually carried.

As you took a few steps closer, you could hear snippets of conversations around you. The voices of the other agency members floated through the air, some expounding their theories about his drunken state, while others simply laughed loudly, caught up in the revelry. You walked over to him, trying to get his attention, hopeful he would recognize you soon. The contrast of his current state with how he usually comported himself was stark.

"Chuuya," you called softly, hoping the tenderness in your voice would break through the haze of his intoxication. A few heads turned your way as you approached, and you could feel the weight of their amused gazes lingering on you. “It’s me. It’s your spouse.”

“Wha—?” he squinted, trying to focus on the figure before him. Suddenly, a laugh escaped him as if he found something genuinely hilarious, his eyes sparkling with mischief and confusion. “HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA! Who are you?! My spouse hic IS WAY PRETTIER than your stupid hic ass!” Chuuya launched into a dramatic pitch, flinging an arm wide, nearly knocking over a glass. You swiftly dodged it, trying to keep the humor of the moment alive even as your concern deepened.

It was funny and frustrating at the same time, seeing him so out of control. You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to regain some semblance of composure. “You know, Chuuya, if you keep this up, you won’t remember your own wedding,” you teased, your voice light despite the underlying seriousness of the situation.

He glanced at you, a look of faint recognition passing briefly over his features before being swallowed again by the drunken fog. “Nah, that’s impossible! I’d never forget you!” His declaration was bold, albeit slightly incoherent, and you could see the sincerity underneath the slurred words.

With each passing moment, the initial amusement you felt started to give way to warmth. You couldn’t help but chuckle at his state as well as the spectacle he was causing. Chuuya had a way of being entertaining even at his most vulnerable, a testament to his vibrant personality. Yet, you knew it was time to intervene before he said or did something he would regret.

You slipped your arm around his waist, an attempt to help him to his feet. He protested theatrically, leaning back against the bar, arms crossed over his chest.

“But I’m not done having fun yet!” His whine drew laughter from those who had been observing.

With a great deal of effort, and some assistance on your part, he managed to push himself off the barstool, swaying slightly as he did so. His face was flushed, and you could tell he felt a mix of embarrassment and remaining bravado. He looked around and attempted one last distraction for the rest of his audience, striking a pose that was utterly ridiculous, his face contorting dramatically. “This is how you party with style!”

The bar erupted in laughter, and for a moment, you couldn’t help but join in. There was something beautifully chaotic about Chuuya when he let loose like this, even if it was far from his usual self. It reminded you of the reasons you loved him – the wild spirit, the willingness to embrace every moment, and the playfulness that drew you in from the very beginning.

With a few false starts and wobbly movements, you helped him toward the exit. The laughter faded as you stepped into the cool night air, and you felt a sense of relief wash over you. The crisp breeze was refreshing, a stark contrast to the hazy atmosphere inside. Once outside, you steadied him further, keeping an arm firmly around his waist as he leaned into you for support.

“Why’d you come?” he mumbled, looking slightly more lucid now that he was away from the lively crowd and chaos of the bar.

He chuckled, the sound softer now, and therein lay your happiness – even in a state of half-awareness, he still had that charm that drew you to him. The adventure of the evening may have come to an end, but the memory of it would linger, a mix of laughter and love that you would hold dear.

As you made your way home, you looked forward to the quiet moments you would share once you reached your doorstep. You knew tomorrow would bring a different kind of amusement, perhaps one filled with his sheepish apologies for the night’s mischief. But for now, you simply reveled in the absurdity of the night as Chuuya leaned against you, a blend of warmth and laughter in a world that often demanded too much seriousness.