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“LU— hic, LU— hic— mine,” Itto bangs on room 118, just across the hall from his own. “Lu— MINE! hic, a-are you there? I need to— hic, tell you s-something.” he was obviously slurring his words while making a scene in the hallway at 3:40 am, but dammit is he to blame if he misses his cute girlfriend?
Lumine opens the door, an annoyed expression plastered on her face. Itto visibly brightens at her appearance, too intoxicated to notice that she wasn’t in the best mood.
“LUMINE! My wonderful, wonderful— small… hic, tiny—“ Itto stumbles over his own two feet, fighting gravity and finally leans against her doorway for support. “G– Girl… girl….”
“Itto,” Lumine sighs, folding her arms and staring right at her boyfriend with a tired frown. “I told you I have a quiz at 9 tomorrow, so you better sober your ass up and go to bed.”
“—GIRLFRIEND!” Itto’s halted thought process continued throughout Lumine’s short lecture, and apparently he missed half the things she said in the last few minutes.
He thinks there was a threat involved, but Lumine is right here, right in front of him – and Itto’s mind drifts off to observe her features; her slightly messy blonde hair, the slight flush of her cheeks and somewhat tired, golden-coloured eyes. It reminds him of the tiny yellow umbrella Lumine always carries around when the weather forecast mentions rain, and he pauses for a few seconds.
A dopey smile makes its way onto Itto’s face, and Lumine’s expression changes from annoyance to a look of dismay when she realises her large, 6 ft boyfriend was toppling right on top of her– OH DEAR SEVENS, HE’S FALLING–
PLOP!
It takes almost every part of Lumine to prevent Itto from falling head-first onto the floor. Also, her dignity gets stained in the process because Itto’s face is right on Lumine’s boobs, and she swears to the Sevens that she might have heard the bulky male sighing in content a few seconds later.
Half of Itto’s body is on Lumine’s smaller form, and it’s almost an inappropriate sight caught in public if it weren’t for Itto’s foot hitting the door, closing it behind them. It’s when a loud burp leaves Itto’s mouth that Lumine curses her roommate’s absence. Amber may be small, but at least she would help drag this helpless, drunk male off Lumine.
“Itto.” Nothing.
“Itto?” He stirs, but continues sleeping– no, drooling.
“Itto,” Lumine shakes his shoulders, swatting him lightly in the event he was joking around. His hand twitches for a few seconds, and Lumine is a bit hopeful when he reaches up to– scratch his butt and continue to mumble incoherent words against her chest.
“Babe. Please– you’re half my size and you’re crushing me.” Lumine whines in distress, hoping her worried tone would somehow slap the drunk male into reality. His body twitches, but he doesn’t get up. Lumine sighs.
She palms his cheeks, bringing his face up to hers and frowns when there’s a small drool stain right on the corner of his lips. Itto’s face is flushed, mouth hanging and Lumine wonders if headbutting her intoxicated boyfriend at 3:45 am is a good idea.
(It’s not, because she has a quiz to sit for at 9 am and needs all the brain cells she requires. Also– Lumine of all people would know Itto’s head is as sturdy as a rock.)
So she gives up, leaning on the floor of her carpeted bedroom while Itto’s form drapes over her like a big, heavy blanket. Fortunately, it’s winter and he’s all the warmth she needs, even putting her soft comforter to shame. She purses her lips, letting Itto’s head fall against her chest again while she stares at the ceiling.
There are only a few hours left for her to rest, so she might as well drift off to sleep while the moon is still high in the clouds. Itto stirs again, moving slightly to shift into a more comfortable position; arms draped around the small of Lumine’s waist while he shifts his head into her neck. It’s almost endearing, until Lumine remembers Itto’s blatant request to come to her room at 3:40 am.
Didn’t he have something to tell her? Was it something so desperate he needed to come to her room this late at night?
Lumine’s fingers are fiddling with Itto’s white locks, raising an eyebrow when she continues to ponder about his sudden appearance at her door. It’s common for him to get drunk, but this shitfaced drunk?
Lumine wonders if Ayato had beaten him in another card game earlier today. (Maybe it was time for her to whoop some Kamisato ass.)
There’s another shift, and this time Itto rises slightly, amber eyes blinking slowly in realisation. “Lu– Lu…?”
Lumine notices his still-intoxicated state that somehow recognises her and nods. “The one and only. Are you okay?”
“Lumine,” Itto almost coos, grinning wolfishly and tightens his arms around her. “My.. gwirlfriend… My one-of-a-kind– gwirl–”
“Itto..”
“No onikabuto can compare to y–”
“ Itto.”
“I looOoooOoooOVe–” he howls, loudly, and Lumine’s embarrassed, but—
“ITTO–”
Plop.
And off to sleep he goes— snuggling against the warmth of her chest yet again, and Lumine sighs. It seemed that all Itto wanted to do was to profess his love for her at an ungodly hour, aside from (almost) crushing her with his body.
So she gives up, letting her eyelids flutter shut and hands rest against Itto’s form.
When morning arises, Lumine’s form is nowhere to be seen, only to be replaced by a blanket in Itto’s arms. He yawns, loudly and the immediate effects of a hangover wash over him like a morning shower. The handmade onikabuto chain Lumine made for him dangles against his phone, to which he realises there’s only 5% left of his phone’s battery. Oh— 4%, now.
Itto rubs his eyes, head throbbing like he’s been riding a rollercoaster for the fifth consecutive time in an hour and looks around the room. He recognises the familiar white ceiling, but the vanilla scent wafting in the air is somewhat foreign to his nose. His room smells nothing like this, and then realisation hits.
Itto’s eyes are wide, and he shoots up immediately, only to regret it (because his head feels like he’s underwater at high pressure,) when he realises the surroundings are different from what he’s used to. There are paintings of sketches he’s seen before, plastered along the walls instead of his collection of retro posters.
It’s when he sees the familiar yellow umbrella, folded and placed on her bed as if it was left in a fit of rush, that Itto realises it’s not his room. It’s Lumine’s room.
Which only meant that last night’s agenda of him rushing to Lumine’s room right after drinking at Childe’s party was absolutely not a dream, after all. And so was Ayato kicking his ass in their game of poker yet again.
Itto grips his hair in frustration, remembering bits and pieces of him whining and yelling for Lumine in the hallways and snippets of her annoyed expression at him. He prays to the archons he’s done nothing too embarrassing— but let’s be real, he was shitfaced drunk and missed his girlfriend after not seeing her for days… Was he really to blame if he became a bit clingy last night?
Beep! Beep!
loml (lumine)
chekc table
No good morning text? Itto frowns. He must’ve really annoyed her last night. A groan leaves his lips when he rises from the floor, feeling the weight of the world settling right on his body. He heeds Lumine’s instructions, turning to her neat study table to find a note, right beside a glass of water and a small container.
aspirin and glass of water for you, dork. see u soon, x
p.s, pls dont scream and knock on my door while professing your love at 3:40 am.
Itto stifles a laugh, the throbbing sensation still present, stuck in his head like a Doja Cat song. Though, there’s a dopey smile on his face, serotonin coursing through his veins when he remembers Lumine’s fingers going through his hair last night. Lumine still took care of him, even if he was in his deep, dishevelled and downright shitfaced– state.
At least she’s not that mad, he thinks. If she was, she would’ve drawn a moustache and maybe doodles of butts on his face with a permanent marker while he slept. Itto pauses, trying to recall if he felt any sort of sensation on his face while he slept. He rushes to grab Lumine’s table mirror, mortified to see a series of weirdly, well-drawn butts on either side of his cheeks, and a “Lumine was here” statement on top of his forehead.
He bursts into laughter after a few minutes of examining his Mona Lisa of a face.
Damn— he may be a tiny bit too in love with his girlfriend. Maybe. (Obviously.)
Itto grabs the glass of water, swallows the aspirin pill Lumine’s left for him in the small container and decides to wait for her outside of her class once she’s done with her quiz at 10.
Itto is about to head out, pausing immediately at Lumine’s doorway when he remembers his crime scene of a face and looks around her table for a wet tissue. He prays to the Gods that Lumine was a bit merciful and decided to use a whiteboard marker, instead of a permanent one.
(Apparently, Lumine’s not– because he had to show up in front of her with butts doodled on his face that has her howling in laughter right in front of everyone.)
Itto sighs, but laughs with her nevertheless. Maybe he’ll profess his love for her at a more appropriate time instead of doing it at ungodly hours. But before then— Itto decides that seeing Lumine first thing in the morning is a better analgesic than whatever she’s left for him on the table.
(Lumine scoffs when she hears his small confession, but there’s a familiar smile on her face that Itto absolutely adores.)