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“T..tell your beef, if he says he’s got boyfriend, that I’m scared of him and I ain’t fucking vegetarian,” Hiromi slurred, his finger poking Shokichi, better known even to many of his friends as Oka, on the end of the nose.
Oka chuckled, grabbed his wrist, and kissed the backs of his knuckles.
Poor Hiromi just didn’t know his limits when it came to sake. You felt bad laughing at him (or, at least Oka did, though Reki seemed to revel in it) but he said the most ridiculous things once he lost control.
It was cute. But, then again, Oka was a biased source.
“My boyfriend can be awfully scary, but I have a secret about him that I can tell you. Deep down he’s just a soft little hothouse flower with bright petals pretending to be a snappy Venus flytrap.”
Hiromi’s face fell. “You…you do have a boyfriend?”
“A big, strong, tough, sexy one. What are you going to do about it? You’re scared of him.” Oka knew he shouldn’t tease Hiromi when he was like this–it was worse than Reki’s laughing–but he wanted to see what he would say.
“I’m not,” Hiromi contradicted himself. "I’ll lay him flat. I won’t even need to fight dirty. I am powered by the noblest force of all.”
“Ego and need to prove you are the alpha male?”
“No! Love!”
“You love me?” Oka couldn’t help but stammer even though they were entering a whole new area of conversations not to have while Hiromi was near blackout drunk.
Hiromi nodded and headed for the door, or he would have been if Oka wasn’t still holding his hand “That’s why I need to fight for you. I didn’t fight for my manager. I let her go because I could let her go, but you’re different. I won’t give up until you love me too.”
“Well, then you can give up. You’re the scary boyfriend.”
“ I’m the scary boyfriend?”
“Mhmm.”
Hiromi slumped. “That’s such a relief. I can’t fight anyone.”
“I know.”