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“Oi!” Sakyo’s hand smacked the side of Omi’s head lightly. When he had said that Omi could drink as much as he wanted, he had expected a vaguely angry, brooding Omi that grumbled a lot and spoke roughly. He didn’t think he’d have to reprimand Omi for calling Banri a little bitch, even if it was somewhat warranted.
“It’s fine, it’s fine,” Banri laughed it off, as was his habit whenever he drank as much as he wanted.
“See?” Omi curled his lip as he turned to Sakyo, “Yer overreactin’ now lay off old man.”
Sakyo took a deep breath. At least they were at the dorm, so there wouldn’t be a repeat of the near-barfight that had happened the last time Omi tried drinking a bit more than usual.
“Tch-“ Sakyo shoved Omi with his shoulder, “Just calm down before you start somethin’.”
“I have never started somethin’,” Omi grinned as he leaned back in his chair, emptying yet another beer can.
“Nobody at this table believes that,” Sakyo rolled his eyes.
“You callin’ me a liar?” Omi’s face was a hair’s breadth from Sakyo’s now, his eyes glinting in that dangerous way Sakyo had rarely seen off-stage.
“Yeah,” Sakyo tried to push Omi away, but the moment his hand made contact with Omi’s chest, his wrist was grabbed. “Fushimi…” Sakyo’s voice was low, the playful tone gone, replaced with a threat.
“You wanna go?” Omi smirked.
“I think before Sakyo-nii answers that you should clarify, Omi-kun!” Taichi interjected, causing Banri to erupt in another fit of giggles while Juza quietly informed Azami that he didn’t need to know what Taichi meant.
“No,” Sakyo yanked his hand away, “To both.”
“Lame old man,” Omi scoffed, before turning his attention to opening another beer.
“I’m not that old,” Sakyo half-grumbled into his glass.
“Yeah you are.”
Sakyo sighed and slouched into his chair. If this were Banri, he’d just yell at him, or at the very least give an extremely harsh glare, but yelling at Omi for being a brat seemed…wrong, somehow.
“I could still kick your ass,” Sakyo said, too drunk to entirely hold in his annoyance.
“Oh now we’re talkin’,” Omi turned Sakyo’s entire chair to face him. “Courtyard?”
“No,” Sakyo awkwardly shifted his chair back, “I’m not some punk who needs to prove himself in a fight.”
“So you’re old.”
“You know I think I liked you better when you just got drunk and tried to bash people’s skulls in.”
A collective ooooh resonated around the table as Banri, Juza, Azami and Taichi huddled together to watch the drama play out.
“At least I still remember how to bash skulls in,” Omi retorted, eyeing Sakyo to gauge his response.
“At least I’m not some no-manners brat who can’t keep his mouth shut,” Sakyo stood up, grabbing Omi by the collar and dragging him to his feet, or as close to being on his feet as he could, given Sakyo’s height.
“And yer short too,” Omi grinned, knowing he had won.
“Alright,” Sakyo kicked Omi to the floor with enough force that Omi slid over a metre away, his eyes wide as he looked up at Sakyo, who walked over to him. “No more out of you or I’m dragging you to bed and locking you in your room.”
“Sure boss,” the grin returned to Omi’s face as he stood up, slinging an arm haphazardly over Sakyo’s shoulders, “Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
“You’re a little shit,” Sakyo grumbled as he walked back to the table.
“Only when you try an’ chicken outta a fight.”
“I wasn’t-“
“Yeah,” Omi let out a sigh as he fell heavily into his chair, pulling Sakyo down with him to sit on his lap. “Ya were.”
“What-“ Sakyo felt his entire face get red as he assessed the situation. Everything had somehow escalated without him noticing and this was not at all something the was prepared for.
“You kick good though,” Omi shrugged as he returend to his beer, seemingly unaware of the panic overwhelming Sakyo, or how Taichi was having to cover Azami’s eyes, and mouth.
“Fushimi what-“
“What?” Omi turned to face Sakyo, his voice a low rumble as though challenging Sakyo to find a single problem in what’s going on.
“N-nothing,” Sakyo shook his head and reached for his drink. This was even more not what he had expected when he told Omi that he could drink as much as he wanted. But at least this unexpected outcome was welcome.
Very, very welcome.