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“I swear to God, Miyuki, if you puke on my shoes I’ll drop you in the dumpster” Kuramochi growled, prodding his side with his foot and clicking his tongue “where you obviously belong. Can you stand?”
Miyuki was sat on his ass in the middle of the pavement, leaning back and supporting himself on his hands as if he was sunbathing.
Well, he certainly wasn’t sunbathing, since it was four in the morning moonbathing would be the correct way to refer to what he was doing given that the moon shone in the sky, as round and brilliant as it could possibly be.
Miyuki was drunk and mildly high from all the passive pot smoke he’d been inhaling. It was a whole new level of trip for him. The moon had never seemed as bewitching to him as it did on that night.
“Oi! I’m talking to you!” Kuramochi tried louder this time, kicking him on the thigh “Can you fucking stand or do I have to carry your lousy ass home?” His exasperation was growing by the moment. He was freezing, which wasn’t surprising considering the time, but Miyuki didn’t seem to care about neither the cold of the night nor the cold they could catch.
They’d just gotten out of a crowded and very stuffy pub where they’d been drinking to celebrate the end of their exams. It was a legitimate reason to get wasted, of course it was, but people should know when to stop in order not to cause trouble for their responsible and caring friends, who actually knew when to stop drinking. However, it was quite natural that Miyuki didn’t give a shit about that last bit, and it was also given that the mission of dragging his sorry ass to his apartment would be assigned to Kuramochi. All their very considerate friends had scuttled away like stupid crabs as soon as they’d gotten out of the pub. None of them wanted to deal with Miyuki, and Kuramochi was his best friend anyway, so it was his duty to look after him.
“Kuramochi…isn’t it absolutely…sublime?” Miyuki slurred emotionally “It brings tears to my eyes, Kuramochi…the universe…the magnificence of this celestial body that shines upon us…” He sniffled “I could make a poem about it…”
Kuramochi rolled his eyes and huffed. That was it. However surprised though he always got at how refined his vocabulary got when he was wasted, he wasn’t going to hear that bloody idiot recite his drunken poetry to him. He reached down and grabbed Miyuki by the armpits bringing him briskly to his feet. Miyuki snorted and grunted in discomfort.
“Easy there, you’re shaking my poetic soul.” He garbled leaning onto him and grinning stupidly “I wish Eijun was here…” He randomly mumbled “He’d like the moon and I could, like, recite poetry to him…he’s so beautiful, isn’t he?”
Kuramochi actually snorted at that. Poetry and random compliments was so unlike his two friends that it was actually funny when Miyuki got wasted and starting oozing all the sap of his soul, and very shamelessly fawning over his former teammate.
No, it wasn’t the first time it happened. It was a given; whenever Miyuki got to the point when he started reciting his own very good poetry and talking nonstop about how spectacular and amazing and gorgeous Sawamura was, it was time to get him away from the alcoholic beverages because he’d had enough.
The good thing about that was that he got very compliant when the poetry started, and it was easier to drag him home, under the condition, of course, that they listened to his endless ramblings about how truly fantastic his boyfriend was.
“Why isn’t Eijun here, Mochi-i-i?” He whined putting an arm around Kuramochi’s shoulders for support “He should have come too…”
Kuramochi rolled his eyes, holding him around the waist and pulling him along.
“He still has one exam to go and don’t even think about it, idiot.” Kuramochi growled, kicking a can of beer off the way when he noticed Miyuki aiming to kick it out of frustration, which would probably make them lose balance and fall on the dirty pavement.
Miyuki huffed and seemed upset for a split-second but he suddenly brightened up again. Mood swings were also part of his drunken behaviour.
“It’s so good that he’s finally in Uni too, though…” He wheezed “And that we’re finally dating…after all that time…like bloody idiots just… just pining.” He practically spat the last word.
Kuramochi didn’t say anything to that. He knew where all that spite came from and he couldn’t tease him about it. They were on equal levels of stupidity in this matter. They’d both been despicable cowards regarding their own feelings for a long time. All was well now, so it was pointless to mull over it. However, being drunk can lead to remembering stuff one doesn’t want to remember.
Miyuki’s poetic side was stronger though, so he didn’t mull much over the shameful moments of his past and he finally produced the poem he’d been promising. He cleared his throat and Kuramochi groaned in frustration practically tasting it already.
So, clutching his chest with his free hand and looking up at the moon, he emotionally recited,
“I sit back and think
The moon couldn't shine as bright
If my heart was dry”
Kuramochi snorted so hard he nearly tripped on the edge of the pavement as they stepped onto the zebra crossing. Miyuki actually tripped as they got to the other side of the street and hit his knees on the floor.
“Ouch!” He complained, laughing and sitting on the edge, rubbing his knees “Rude!”
Kuramochi reached down his hand and was going to retort that it was his own damn fault for reciting shitty haiku, when he should have been minding the floor, when the door of a pub a couple of steps away burst open and a small crowd of young men and women, with their hair sticky with sweat and flushed cheeks, flowed out of it, pushing each other.
One girl was being rushed out of there and she promptly dropped on her hands and knees as she stepped out.
Kuramochi stopped to look at them and Miyuki did too, squinting in their direction trying to focus his eyes on them. She didn’t seem too well and her friends seemed to be quite panicky.
“Oh…” Miyuki garbled pointing the girl on the floor “what’s wrong with her?”
“She’s wasted, just like you are. It’s none of our business, let’s go.” Kuramochi grunted, helping him up by pulling his arm. Miyuki stood there wobbling a bit.
“No. What am I studying for?” He insisted stubbornly and he staggered to where they were, nearly falling twice.
Kuramochi couldn’t believe it. Did Miyuki seriously want to help someone in his current state?
Miyuki seemed to be quite right, though, because she’d just flopped to the side and stopped responding. Her friends panicked and started flailing about not wanting to touch her.
“Miyuki, you’re in no condition of helping anybody. Let’s just call an ambulance.” Kuramochi warned as they got near the group.
Miyuki ignored him. He dropped on his knees near her and checked her pulse. He then checked her eyes, pulling down her eyelids.
“Her purse.” He looked for it, and he found it hanging from her shoulder. He reached for it and opened it, sticking his hand inside. It didn’t take him long to find what he needed. He pulled a small red box “Mochi help me here, I can’t see for shit.” He asked chuckling “It’s a diabetic hyperglycaemic attack. She needs insulin.”
Kuramochi didn’t question his request and knelt beside him. He might as well try and help, Miyuki was taking a degree in Medicine after all, so even drunk he ought to know what he was doing. Kuramochi trusted him.
“What should I do?” Kuramochi inquired staring at the syringe in the box.
“Stick the needle through the lid and pull the liquid into the syringe.” He instructed.
Kuramochi did as he was told.
“What now?” But Miyuki had already snatched the syringe out of his hands and, after giving an experimental squirt, he stuck it mercilessly into the girl’s thigh. She obviously didn’t immediately wake up, but she should be okay now if they called an ambulance.
“Call emergency, you fools.” He told her friends “She could have died and you would have just let her!” He accused angrily.
They fumbled for their phones.
The ambulance didn’t take ten minutes to get there.
Miyuki even explained to the paramedics what had happened as the girl slowly regained consciousness.
Kuramochi was seriously impressed at how he’d managed to sober up just enough to help someone out.
They entered the pub from where the group of friends had come out so that Miyuki could have some black coffee to try and clear his head a bit. They needed to sit down for a moment and relax, too, after what they’d just done.
It wasn’t a very large pub and it was almost five in the morning so it wasn’t crowded. The mood was getting soft and mellow; people were starting to sit around laughing quietly as their energy ran out, waiting for the bouncers to come kick them out. The music wasn’t loud anymore; Bruno Mars’s Treasure was playing and it was really lovely. Miyuki was bobbing his head to the beat with a goofy smile on his face. He couldn’t help thinking about his treasure.
Well, the coffee did help a bit. Miyuki could now walk on his own despite his unsteady gait.
“Treasure, that is what you are…” He hummed happily, swaying his head and clicking his fingers.
Kuramochi rolled his eyes and shook his head.
“I know that you don’t know it but you’re fine so f-i-ine…” He kept going, emotionally shaking his head.
“Miyuki, stop.” Kuramochi snorted. His friend was so damn lame.
“TREASURE!” Miyuki shouted in response “THAT IS WHAT HE IS!” He guffawed and clung dramatically to him “He’s my treasure, Mochi! I can’t hide it, Eijun is my treasure!”
“I swea-“ Kuramochi started but was promptly interrupted by another Bruno Mars inspired outburst of love for Sawamura.
“SAWAMURA IS MY DIAMOND STAR!” He shouted merrily “OI! EVERYONE!” Several people that were also coming out of the pub were startled “SAWAMURA IS MY TREASURE!”
Nobody knew who Sawamura was but, from the way he was shouting, they knew that this person was truly this stranger’s treasure.
Kuramochi covered his face with his hand and snorted.
“Wasn’t it golden star?” He inquired, giving up.
Miyuki frowned.
“Golden is shit, diamonds a-are much better and shinier!” He exclaimed “My Eijun is a diamond star, I’ll kick yo-“ and it was Miyuki’s turn to be interrupted as Kuramochi’s phone started ringing.
“Oh speak of the devil” Kuramochi looked at the screen and saw Sawamura’s name “Hello?”
«Kuramochi-senpai? » He inquired «Are you with Miyuki? I’ve been trying to reach him but he’s not picking up » pause «I’m getting a bit worried…»
“Chill, the drunk bastard is right here, I’ll take him home. We were just talking about you.” He sang. Oh Miyuki would be so embarrassed in the morning.
“Oh, are you talking with Sawamura!? I-is it Sawamura on the phone!? Tell him he’s my treasure!” Miyuki said very loudly, clinging to Kuramochi and speaking to the phone “My diamond star!”
Sawamura sighed at the sound of Miyuki’s voice.
“Eiju-u-un, you’re my treasure!” He shouted into the phone before laughing again.
«What? What’s he talking about? »
“I’m talking on the phone, Miyuki! I swear to God I’ll punch your stupid face!” Kuramochi threatened, pushing his face away from his ear “He’s having a moment, I’m sure you’ll get to experience it once I’m there.” He grunted “I can’t promise he’ll get there in one piece, though, I’m seriously getting pissed, Miyuki, will you fucking stop!? You’ll wake the dead with that horrific singing!”
Miyuki was singing out loud once again and he was a damn terrible singer, especially when he was drunk.
Sawamura was laughing now.
«I’ll be counting on you, senpai! Be strong! »
“Yeah, see you soon.” He huffed before he hung up and shoved his phone back in his pocket.
“Did you tell him!?” Miyuki asked expectantly “Did you tell him that he’s my diamond star!?”
“Why don’t you tell him yourself once you get home?” Kuramochi suggested with a smirk.
Miyuki sighed dreamily and then suddenly his face lit up and he gasped.
“D’you reckon I should get him a diamond too!?” He asked brightly “I could get him one right now!”
Kuramochi choked and started coughing.
“Get a hold of yourself, you idiot!” He laughed, massaging his chest “It’s almost five in the morning, where will you even find-oh my fucking God…no way…” But Miyuki was pointing at a vending machine and looking like he’d just won the lottery. It reminded Kuramochi of Sawamura in such a way that if he hadn’t just talked with him on the phone he’d say he was incarnating him. They were rubbing off on each other.
Miyuki got away from him and stumbled to the machine, pressing his palms and nose onto the glass. His glasses hurt against the bridge of his nose, but that obviously didn’t matter.
The machine was filled with all sorts of junk. Watches, stuffed toys, lighters, t-shirts… but he was eyeing an egg-shaped plastic container that had assorted fake jewellery inside. Said jewellry included a very ugly pair of pretend-diamond earrings, an old fashioned pretend-golden necklace with pretend-diamonds and the thing that he actually wanted.
A silver coloured ring with a magnificent fake diamond on it.
Kuramochi snorted and shook his head.
“Please, it’s hard to take anything out of these ruddy machines on normal situations.” he sneered “You’ll never be able to take something small like that in your state.”
But Miyuki wasn’t paying attention to him, focusing instead on feeling his pockets to find his wallet. He fished some coins out of it and inserted them in the slot.
He had an incredibly steady hand for somebody as drunk as he was. Kuramochi watched expectantly as the crane moved slowly and he held his breath when it actually grabbed the egg. He didn’t get it out, however; it stopped just one inch away from the hole, dropping it there. Kuramochi was seriously impressed even though he didn’t get it out.
“Shit!” Miyuki wasn’t going to give up, oh no he wasn’t, he was a catcher after all. He slipped another coin into the slot, and this time, he actually got it out.
He grabbed the egg and held it up victoriously.
“I’ll hand it to you; that was impressive.” Kuramochi offered. He was lost for words. It seemed like some superior force was at work on that moment.
Miyuki stored the plastic egg safely in his pocket and beamed as if he’d just been elected president of the universe.
This, of course, wouldn’t be complete (and it would be pointless, mind) if he didn’t actually give Sawamura the miracle egg.
Kuramochi actually managed to drag him home in one piece. He’d be staying over anyway, it was way too late for him to go home and he was dead tired, what with what he’d walked and having had to carry Miyuki half the way there.
Sawamura was still awake, he’d been cramming heavily for the American Literature of the 20th Century exam he’d have the next morning, a subject he didn’t particularly like.
He was sitting on the couch fully dressed, with a pile of notes before him, resting for a bit and contemplating the ceiling when he heard the door opening.
They entered the room and Miyuki leaned against the door frame, waving suggestively at him.
“Eiju-u-un~!” Miyuki sang merrily as Kuramochi closed the door behind them.
Sawamura snapped out of his daze and grinned in the door’s direction, looking at his drunken boyfriend and laughing at how silly he was acting. Miyuki chuckled and ambled towards him, promptly flopping on him and sitting on his legs, hugging him tightly “My treasu-ure~!” He sang on his ear.
Sawamura winced and laughed, hugging him back.
“You smell like a liquor shop!” He cackled “And you’re heavy!”
“He’s all yours now. I’m done with that.” Kuramochi complained, glaring at Miyuki “If you knew what I’ve been through tonight...”
“Thank you, Kuramochi-sen-“ Sawamura wanted to say but he was interrupted by Miyuki fumbling in his pockets. Kuramochi slapped his forehead. He was kind of hoping that Miyuki would forget about it, but he naturally didn’t. Miyuki fetched the miracle egg out of his pocket.
“What’s that?” Sawamura asked Miyuki, eyeing the object clasped in his hand. He was trying to open it, but it was too tightly sealed.
“Shit…” Miyuki swore, trying to use his teeth to do it and frowning.
Kuramochi was shaking with laughter. He grabbed his phone from his pocket and turned the video camera on. Oh yes, he was never going to let Miyuki live this down.
Sawamura had no idea what he was doing (he hadn’t taken a good look at the contents of the container yet) and was looking at him apprehensively.
“Ugh” Miyuki huffed in frustration, he suddenly got up from Sawamura’s legs and dropped the egg, it rolled away a bit but that didn’t save it from the crushing foot Miyuki landed on it soon after. Miyuki grinned victoriously, kneeling on the floor to fish the contents of the egg.
Sawamura was seriously concerned now. What the hell was he up to? What was that egg?
Kuramochi was snickering so madly his hands were shaking.
He promptly discarded the necklace and the ugly earrings and focused on the fated ring. He was still kneeling (on both knees) when he turned to Sawamura with his hands cupped together.
“You’re my diamond star!” He said looking at him in the eyes. Sawamura was startled. The most startling part was that he meant it. Sawamura could see the honesty in his dazed eyes.
He was clearly over his limit. Sawamura chuckled covering his mouth.
“You’re a fool, Miyuki Kazuya! How embarrassing!”
But Miyuki didn’t care, what he was about to do was even more embarrassing but he didn’t know.
“Sawamura Eijun,” Miyuki started quite seriously despite his slurry voice, Sawamura raised an eyebrow “will you-will you be my diamond star forever?” And he finally revealed what he was hiding between his hands.
Sawamura gasped and covered his mouth out of pure shock as he looked at the small silver band with a shiny diamond on it. He obviously knew it was fake (he’d just seen him crush a plastic egg to get it) but that was irrelevant. He felt his heart skip a beat. Kuramochi’s jaw dropped and he widened his eyes, covering his mouth with his free hand. He was not expecting that either.
“Mi-miyuki Kazuya! You’re drunk you need to go to bed!” Sawamura spluttered very loudly and aimed to get up from the couch.
“NO! Please answer me!” Miyuki implored dramatically, throwing his arms around his middle and hugging him tight, the ring clutched in his hand “Eiju-u-un…” He whined against his stomach, rubbing his face on the fabric of his shirt.
Sawamura didn’t know what to say. The only answer in his head for that was a sound and merry ‘YES’, he didn’t even have to think much about it. Miyuki Kazuya was the one and he knew that. However, did he really want to accept such a serious proposal from a guy who was drunk off his ass and had just crushed an egg to procure a ring? He wasn’t completely stupid; no way was he going to accept it under those conditions.
Nevertheless he felt his face get unpleasantly warm and looked at Kuramochi for support. It didn’t come. Kuramochi snorted and shrugged raising his hands in an excusing fashion as if telling that he was on his own. Sawamura sighed heavily and looked down at Miyuki who was comfortably kneeling between his legs and lying on his crotch. His breath was even. Sawamura blinked incredulously.
“Miyuki?” He called shaking him lightly. No response.
He’d fallen asleep.
Kuramochi guffawed.
“So much for that, what a moron! But at least you’ve got nothing to worry about, eh?” He sneered before yawning “I’m dead, holy shit. I’m going to sleep on your bed, Sawamura.” He stated and promptly left for Sawamura’s room.
Sawamura huffed looking at his boyfriend with pursed lips.
“Damn you, Miyuki Kazuya…” He cursed in an undertone, softly caressing his hair which made him snuggle further onto him “I’ve got no choice, have I?” He sighed as he held him by the armpits and pulled him up. He then held him firmly around the torso and pulled him further up before leaning down to hook his legs with his right arm and lift him into his arms, not without stooping a bit under his weight. Carrying Miyuki, who was taller and heavier than he was, wasn’t that easy a task, but he managed to do it. Miyuki did it for him too sometimes when he passed out on the couch after getting wasted. It was fair that he did the same.
“But you’re too heavy, you idiot…” He complained to nobody in particular, walking carefully to Miyuki’s room (where he usually slept anyway) with his ridiculously snuggly boyfriend in his arms. Miyuki seemed to be having a particularly good dream; he was smiling in his sleep while holding onto Sawamura. Sawamura couldn’t stay mad at him when he acted in such a stupidly endearing way.
He finally plopped him onto the bed and breathed in relief, feeling proud of his effort.
After yanking off his shoes and jeans and placing his glasses on the bedside table he covered him with the comforter and sighed.
“You’re lucky I like you so much, you prat!” He grunted, puffing his cheeks “Honestly, asking me something like that while drunk, tch…”
There wasn’t much he could do though; Miyuki would be passed out for at least 10 hours, so he might as well leave him alone. He had his bloody exam to worry about too.
“That lame idiot…” He chuckled as he walked to the living room and saw the remains of the smashed egg. His eyes then fell on the couch and he noticed the shiny object lying on it. His cheeks got pink again and he snorted “Lame.”
He wouldn’t have him any other way though.
When Miyuki finally woke up, alone in his bed at four pm, with a monumental headache and an unbearably dry throat it took him a while to figure out what had happened but then it hit him like a brick.
Kuramochi was already in the living room when he got out of his room, sprawled on the couch, in his underwear and a t-shirt, sipping juice from a can. He smirked at him.
“Don’t even…” Miyuki grunted hoarsely. He wasn’t a forgetful drunk; he knew exactly what he’d been up to the night before “Where’s Sawamura?”
“His exam, you prat.” Kuramochi reminded him yet again.
“Oh right.” Miyuki acknowledged walking to the kitchen.
“You were so wellied last night! Do you remember what you did?” Kuramochi teased snickering trying to hold it in.
“I wasn’t that drunk…” Miyuki muttered as he poured himself a glass of water. The door was open and the rooms were small so Kuramochi heard him and laughed out loud.
“Dude, you recited your shitty drunken poetry and dedicated Treasure to Sawamura!” he promptly reminded him “Howling at the moon that he was your treasure!”
Miyuki remained silent as he drank his water. Then he wiped his mouth and frowned as he shrugged.
“I don’t take it back…” He casually said.
Kuramochi groaned and rolled his eyes.
“You’re so smitten, you bastard, fuck you! And then you fucking proposed to him with some plastic diamond!” He told him as he grabbed his own phone and shook it with a malicious grin "I filmed it for you."
Miyuki covered his face with his hands. That was what was really embarrassing. He’d been so careless. How had he let something like that happen?
“Fuck…I hope he didn’t get mad at me…” He muttered shaking his head.
“Oh why would he be mad?” Kuramochi started putting on airs “His boyfriend turns up at six in the morning completely wasted and proposes to him with a fake diamond. Normal stuff.”
“Stop.” Miyuki begged cringing at the idea as Kuramochi cackled “Where’s the damned ring though?”
Kuramochi shrugged and placed the can of juice on the table.
“How should I know? When I got here the remains of your shame were gone.” He told him with a smirk “He must have gotten rid of it or something. It was rubbish, wasn’t it?”
It made sense, Miyuki agreed, why would he keep something so silly?
However, if he’d checked the dust bin in the kitchen (something he would certainly not do because it was stupid) he’d have noticed that only the shards of the plastic egg the necklace and the earrings were there and, unless he checked Sawamura’s wallet, he would never find the silly ring.