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It was late at night. Mikami was getting ready to sleep, and after changing into his pajamas he went to check that all the lights of the house were off. He was a meticulous person in every aspect of his life, and his house wasn't an exception.
The lights were off, and all windows were properly closed, too. Everything was as he liked it, and so he decided that it was time to sleep.
However, the sudden ring of his doorbell said otherwise. Slightly annoyed by the interruption, Mikami went to the door and opened it, wondering who could it be at such an hour. He was definitely not expecting the visitor to be Light.
"G-G-God! What could possibly bring you here at this hour?!" Mikami nervously blabbered, but stopped when he noticed the state in which his beloved God was in.
Light was leaning in the frame of the door, his eyes unfocused and his face deeply flushed. Mikami had never seen him like this. "Um, are you alright?" Worried that he might have a fever, Mikami helped Light get into his house.
The taller man looked around for a good moment as Mikami aided him to sit in the couch, almost as if he couldn't recognize the place. Which was ridiculous, because Light had been in Mikami's house for a dozen times already.
"...Mikami? Why am I in your house?" He finally spoke, words slurred.
"That's what I would like to know, God. Should I bring you water? Do you need anything?" Mikami leaned to feel Light's forehead in case he had a fever, and the sudden strong scent of alcohol almost made him dizzy. "God, are you drunk?" Fuck, of course he was. Mikami had never seen someone reek of alcohol like this before.
Now that he knew this, Mikami rushed to his kitchen to bring a cup of water. He didn't know what had happened for Light to get so drunk, but taking care of him was his priority.
"Here, you should drink a bit." He said, approaching the cup to Light. He was in a decent state enough to be able to take it and drink by himself, and so he did. "You should take care of yourself more..."
Once he emptied the cup, Light let his head rest against Mikami's shoulder sloppily, all of his movements lazy. Mikami had never seen him looking so weak and almost vulnerable, and although it was slightly endearing, it was mostly worrying.
"I-Is there anything else I could do?" He muttered, in an almost rhetorical question.
Light closed his eyes and relaxed against Mikami's body, not noticing how his heartbeats were getting faster. "Let me stay like this..."
Mikami nodded, paralyzed. He was in an uncomfortable position and he was positive that his muscles were going to hurt later, but it didn't matter when his God looked so comfortable and peaceful. It made him smile a bit, and he softly patted his head.
"Rest up, my God."