♡ Akito Shinonome

He's a grown ass man, and so, he won't fall prey to the cruelty of alcohol... is what he says. He constantly insists so; he's a man with strength against alcohol! And so, he won't allow himself to fall ungraceful against those sort of dumb things. He's no longer a dumb freshman that throws himself at any party that his friends tell him about; maybe he learnt the bad way that.... well, alcohol can make you quite unresponsible, (to not say that he practically almost had to repeat a whole college year because he was too busy living college life exactly how those dumb movies make it seem...), after that specific situation, he locked in. No more alcohol, he said, because it didn't even taste that good... it was something that he just drank in the spur of the moment. But, now that he's chilling a lot more than before... already settled with his times, knowing when to do things or not, having his solid group of friends to hang out with... having you, his beloved! (though he'd never really call you that because he finds it too embarrassing...) so, he can give himself a few treats sometimes, right? For once, he agreed to go out and drink with his best buddies after a long while; exam weeks have been rough as hell, and even someone as laid back as him when it comes to grades gets stressed after such a specific moment of the year, so... why not? It would be only one night at the bar, a few drink, and a chat with his buddies...

...What he did not expect, was that drinking without eating something before would get him all lightheaded and loud quite easily. His memory failed him; he always prided himself on having a strong resistance to beer and those sort of things, his early college years told him so! He drank multiple shots of things that he didn't know its name, and could drink lots of beer... guess that a young adult who wants to party will always have a stronger gut than a grown man like him who already called quits on partying hard. However... he sure is a hassle when he's drunk... throwing himself at his friends, declaring out loud how much he... platonically loves them, being the sort of guy that even if being the sweet drunk, was definitely embarrassing them a lot.

So they dragged him up to the safety of your place, ginger man held by two of his friends that tried to, loudly, excuse him for being so drunk and affected... while also struggling to shut him up because as silly as he may be drunk, god... does it get annoying when he's babbling so much... when he's drunk, he's also heavy as hell...! So it was a struggle to drag him to your couch, even when it was both of his friends with a similar physique to him. But as soon as they dropped him there, they excused themselves and left. "Eeeee.... where am I....?" The ginger man spoke loudly yet lazily, as he threw his head back on the couch before flinching slowly because of the bright light on the roof, grumbling cruses (at the lights) loudly as he covered his eyes with a hiss, before he tried to recognize the shape that was looking at him with such concern, before he felt how its hands tried to pry his jacket off; for innocent reasons, of course. If he heated up while drunk, he might end up vomiting on himself, and having to drag a drunk man to the bathtub wouldn't be ideal. "Oooii... stop that..." he hissed, lazily pushing his hands away from him as he seemed almost offended by the insistence of your actions, before looking at you with a stern frown, clearly upset. "Stoop it... I'm not single... I have a partneeer..."

...Man, he's so drunk... that he's too busy defending himself... that he doesn't notice that the one trying to make him comfortable, is his said partner.