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“Look, I wasn’t that drunk last night.” Yuujirou said for the tenth time ever since he met up with Hiyori and Mona at the café.
Mona, who was still laughing, barely responded with “n-no, you shouldn’t have seen your face!” or some shit.
“Someya-kun, you were.” Hiyori frowned.
“I wasn’t, I was completely sober!” Yuujirou insisted. “I know what I drank last night and everything!”
“But did you remember what happened next?” Mona snickered.
“Well, not really...but that doesn’t matter!” Yuujirou glared at her. “I know I did nothing, I would’ve probably passed out after having too much to drink.”
“You did eventually pass out, but,” Hiyori got her phone out. “I think you’re forgetting something.”
“Yeah,” Mona was still snickering. This fucking…
Yuujirou leaned back on his seat, crossing his arms. “Well, what am I forgetting?”
“Someya-kun, do you really not remember anything?”
“No.”
“Okay...here,” Hiyori showed him her phone. There was a video playing, the recording was a bit blurry and fidgety (probably because Hiyori was the one doing it) but enough to see what was happening. The first thing he saw was him clinging onto Aizou...his boyfriend.
“Why are you takeeeen?” Yuujirou asked, his voice wobbly. “Idiot!”
Yuujirou blinked at the screen.
“Yuujirou, calm down–”
“Haa?” Yuujirou looked up at the blonde, brows furrowed. “Since when did I give you permission to use my name?”
“What are you saying?” Aizou looked bewildered. “Come on, it’s time to leave.”
“I don’t want to!” Yuujirou wailed. “Break up with your lover and date me instead! I’m better!”
Aizou laughed lightly. “Yuujirou, I can’t- you won’t want that.”
“Why not?” Yuujirou whined and pouted. “If you break up with them then you can be with me!”
“That’s not how it works.” Aizou sounded amused.
“How coooome?, are they really that important to you?” Yuujirou wrapped his arms around Aizou’s torso. “I won’t let you go! You can’t leave until you say you’re single!”
“Yuujirou.”
“Why are you callingme by my naaame?! Huhhhh?!”
Aizou sighed. “Let’s go home, you need rest.”
“No!” Yuujirou cried, “Not until you fuck m–”
Yuujirou stopped the video and closed the phone. This can’t be real.
“Is this edited?”
“Who knows?” Mona was looking over the window, and Yuujirou could see how her smirk was widening.
“It’s not,” Hiyori muttered.
“It’s edited.”
Hiyori groaned, covering her face with her hands. “It’s not edited!”
Well fuck.