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It's always the late night conversations like this that get Tsukasa's mind rolling.
At a time akin to when the world is frozen, in a bar in the middle of nowhere, where all the lights are out, and seated next to him.
Oh, he.
The messy and scrambled thin hairs adorned upon his head, with the small mass of hairs tainted a light yellow in the middle most section of bangs. The hair that is so soft to the touch, oh how he yearns to spend the rest of his years entangled in that nest.
Tsukasa's childlike fantasies only grow with each minute he spends staring, and every shot he takes. The taste of the liquor is awful, but it is certainly strong. It will make him retch when he is home, that is for certain. It twists and turns his organs so much, as if they have to be pumped, but his health charts have always been phenomenal.
The same cannot be said for the man he is seated next to, unfortunately. Akito, the man who clouds Tsukasa's brain at any given hour, may succumb at any time. No matter how many pleads he is given, he will never stop his reckless behaviors of ruining his own health.
His addictions are far past the point of return. Not that he even dreams of stopping, either.
“She left me too, you know. That damned girl, what a bitch. I thought she would've hit me before she left. She just stole my fucking keys. Had to pay for another set, you know?”
Their conversations always go like this. It's always the younger of the two that struggles; while the older can only listen.
“Ah, I’m sorry about that Akito. How about the next few rounds are on me?”
Tsukasa can never do much for him. Akito's a broken puzzle, but Tsukasa never knew what the puzzle was supposed to be in the first place. He can only pretend to put the pieces together himself.
“....Mm. Yeah, thanks. I still got cash though, so don't worry your stupid little head off, ‘k?”
The harsh words thrown at him make no difference. Tsukasa understands that it's just how Akito is, it's only another one of his common flaws.
It’s peaceful in the small bar that they’re in, almost too peaceful. The bartender went to attend to some other matters, so Akito and Tsukasa are currently the only ones in the public space at the moment.
The entire time, there’s been a far off light that’s been constantly flickering. Tsukasa can’t figure out where it’s from, but it makes his head spin faster than the current position he’s in. It bothers him that he can’t do anything to help it, maybe if he was still sober he could do something, anything, to help himself.
The easiest way to tell that he’s not sober is by his reactions to what’s going on around him. Even as Akito’s body slides closer to Tsukasa, or when Akito’s left arm crawls up and around to Tsukasa’s shoulder, no one makes a move to address their current situation.
They just keep on drinking the night away.
And they don't have to leave for a while, that is, until the bartender tells them that he's going to close up shop, so they'll have to leave. He offered the two a ride somewhere, but only Tsukasa politely declined.
That's due to how horrible Akito’s drunken state was. He was practically clinging onto all of Tsukasa's body, all while murmuring nonsense, unintelligible words, and just gibberish.
So, Tsukasa decided to take him home.
He knew that Akito didn't drive here, and he didn't feel comfortable leaving his car unattended overnight. Even if he was drunk, even if this was illegal, even if he could easily injure many, Tsukasa took all of the risks. Just for a damn car.
His vision was blurry. He couldn't tell whether that was a person or a lamppost. He couldn't tell what street he was on. He couldn't tell whether he was hitting the brakes or the gas. He couldn't tell whether that was a green, yellow, or red light.
Yet somehow he still fucking made it home. Kudos to muscle memory, I guess.
Dragging Akito through his small, one-floor home, Tsukasa managed to lay both himself and the man who might get alcohol poisoning onto his bed. He was tired, and barely managed to change into some comfortable pajamas.
The issue then, is what Akito would be sleeping in.
Shit.
Tsukasa kindly asked Akito to change into some random clothes he found, ones that would probably fit Akito’s slim body shape, but Akito simply could not figure out how to change. Even being left alone in Tsukasa's room ended up with no good developments.
So, Tsukasa had to try the next best option.
Changing Akito himself.
Granted, it's not like he was going to strip the man, but it was still embarrassing. Seeing Akito’s bare chest.. And removing his pants… It hurt Tsukasa's heart. It made Tsukasa realise something.
It showed Tsukasa that he was in love with Akito.
Luckily, the changing process went by smoothly, albeit if you didn't include Tsukasa's love revelation.
Since Tsukasa didn't want either of them to sleep on the floor, or sleep on his shitty couch, they both slept together in Tsukasa's bed.
And if they woke up with their limbs entangled in one another, without any desires to separate, then so be it.
And if they're both sick as dogs in the morning, unable to keep anything down, then so be it.
Because it only takes one night to truly fall in love.
Even if the love isn't the best.