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Hachi honestly was never one for parties
If truth came to tell, most of the time he usually even bothered to was usually because of the drugs. Most college parties had at least one group of stoners who kept all the good shit. Well, that and also... Dallas.
Dallas was the opposite. He always loved parties, whether that’d be for an excuse to do something stupid or to get high and punch someone in the face, at least he knew how to keep it fun. It was never going to be a dull party if Dallas had anything to say about it. Unfortunately for Hachi, this meant he’d also have to be the one to stop his antics if they got too stupid. Not that he had to, it was more just a precaution for everyone else’s sake, including Dallas’s.
This party was different tonight though.
Him and Dallas were sharing a bong tonight with a random group of others, and it was all good for the most part, lots of giggling and silly antics all around.
“Dumbass, pass the bong, will you?” Dallas shouted beside Hachi over the noise of the crowd. “Yeah yeah, I got it.” Said Hachi, passing the bong after a long hit. “Jesus, talk about desperate for blitz!” Dallas tried to joke, not really making much sense thanks to the high he was on. “The fuck does that even mean?” He stated back. “It means you’re on a blitz!” Dallas laughed back, taking another long hit himself. “Jesus, slow down maybe? You clearly can’t handle your weed sweetie.” Hachi teased, nudging a shoulder in his direction. Dallas took offense, “Hey, I’m a pro! And don’t go calling me “sweetie” you gay ass!” He tried to insult. Hachi just rolled his eyes, not feeling very threatened, “Whatever then.”
Everything was going well, until Dallas needed to go to the bathroom. “I’ll be back, I’m taking a piss.”
Dallas did his business, and then went to go walk his way back...
And that’s when it hit him.
There was a wave of paranoia, everything started to heighten in his senses tenfold, and his vision was getting blurry. “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.” He mutters down to himself, attempting to find a wall to lean on. Was he this high already? He couldn’t even tell how long it’s been since he first hit the bong. Either way, this was not pleasant. He didn’t even know highs could get this bad, let alone feel this bad.
He was finding it harder to keep his balance, and he started slumping down to sit against the wall. God damn, what was even happening? Was it laced? No, someone else in the group would’ve also been this shitfaced by now. He didn’t feel much room to think, as his body started to involuntarily shiver.
More time passed, Dallas couldn’t tell how much, and his high was only getting worse. There were faint shadows and figures meshing in his mind, and it was starting to freak him out way more than it should. He felt cold, so cold and prickly. Cold, and alone, and scared... Terrified, just... Terrified. Before he could stop it, he felt tears pricking down his face. God dammit, he should be keeping himself together, he’s at a party for god sake, he can’t let people see him like this!
He then heard a voice, it was the sound of a woman’s, talking to him, “Hey man... you good?” The woman asked, sounding slightly echoey. Was he good? What did she think, of course he wasn’t, he doubt he looked the part much right now. He tried to remain calm, to tell him that he’ll be just fine in a minute, but all that came from his mouth was a sad and shaky “...No.”
“Wait... you’re Hachi’s friend, aren’t you? Where is he?” She asked, slightly more concerned. Hachi. Oh god Hachi, he had no idea, he was probably still out in the circle, having a great time, having a wonderful time as he should, he was great, he didn’t need to see Dallas like this, he didn’t deserve Dallas like this, he didn’t-
“Hachi..!” ...The word slipped out before he could stop it, caught in a broken sob as he covered his face to hide the tears. Oh it hurt, it hurt so bad, why did the mention of Hachi right now hurt so bad?
“O-Okay, okay, just hold on, I’ll go find Hachi for you. Don’t move.” She said back, and then she left, Dallas completely unaware as he was shaking in sobs.
Hachi was unsure where exactly Dallas was right now, all he said was that he’d be taking a piss, but a piss usually didn’t take this long. He wondered if he got caught up in his high, or if he decided to go flirt with some girl or something-
“Hey, Hachi!” Oh. That voice was familiar. He looked around from where he was sitting in the circle, vision slightly hazed as he saw... Yep, his ex-girlfriend coming towards him. Luckily, they’re on good terms now, or this would be weird. “Kali...? That you girl?” Slurred Hachi, the high catching up to him a bit.
“Yeah yeah, it’s me- Listen, your friend back there is going through it right now. Called out your name and everything. Thought I’d let you know.” She said. Hachi immediately perked his head up, now quite concerned as to what exactly could be happening. He gets up wobbly to stand, trying to ignore how high he feels. “What? Show me.” He said without a second thought, concern in his voice. “Yeah, just- here.” Kali says as she extends her arm out for him to hold onto, leading the way to where Dallas is.
“What do you mean he’s going through it?” Hachi questions, letting Kali guide him. She sighs, “I don’t know, I’m assuming it’s a bad high? I’ve never seen him like this before.” She says, despite not knowing Dallas very well, she knew he wasn’t one to burst into tears very often... Not in public at least. “Oh... Oh no.” He replies, even more worried now as to what could possibly be happening. Suddenly, they come to a stop, and then he sees him... His best friend, slumped against a wall, way too high and sobbing.
It felt like a light flicked on in Hachi’s soul, and it burned.
“Hey Dallas...” Kali says, some gentleness in her voice as they come closer. Dallas looks up, his eyes bloodshot and glassy, “I want Hachi..!” He cried, clearly unaware that Hachi was now there next to her. “Yeah, I know, I got you Hachi, he’s here now-” Before she could finish her sentence, Hachi rushed away from her arm, concern and worry etched on his face as he kneeled down to Dallas’s level.
“Hey, hey... What’s wrong man?” Hachi said, tone incredibly soft as he reaches out a hand to cup his face without thinking. “...Hachi?” He looks up again, trying to see his friends face through his hazy vision. “Yeah, yeah it’s me, I’m here...” He replies while wiping a few tears away from Dallas’s face. Fuck he looked so scared right now; he could practically feel the man shiver under his touch.
“Hachi, I... I don’t know what’s going on-” Dallas replies, his voice still broken and scared. Hachi frowned as he stroked his cheek a bit, hoping to reassure him, “We’re at a party right now. You got way too high, and it’s starting to freak you out.” He said, keeping his tone as calm and gentle as he can. He may also be high, but god damn did it REALLY not matter right now. Dallas needed him.
“I... I feel sick...” Whispered Dallas, eyes blurry and unfocused as he attempted to ground his bearings even just a little bit. “I know, I know you do...” said Hachi back as he felt Dallas leaning into his hand. “Come on, we need to get you home...” He could already feel Dallas going to protest, “N-N-No, I’m fine, I-” Dallas cut himself off as a jolt of a shiver ran through him, “-st need to wait it out.” He tried to protest weakly, not wanting Hachi to freak out himself.
“No no, none of that, we need to go home now.” Hachi spoke back, attempting to be firm despite his own state. “But-” He couldn’t finish, as he felt Hachi’s finger stop his lips, the action causing another shiver inside him. “...We’re going home, Dal.” He said, softness evident throughout his concerned tone. All Dallas could do was nod.
Hachi began to stand again, pulling Dallas up with him as they both slightly wobbled. “You need a hand, Hachi?” Said Kali from behind. Oh damn, Hachi forgot she was also here still, but it was mostly a blessing at this moment. “Y-Yeah, thank you...” He said, ignoring the small blush creeping on his face from her having to see that go down.
Him and Kali both hold Dallas up, supporting his weight and helping him walk to the Uber they called. The cold, fresh air of fall hit them as they left the loud and smelly house, now seeming much more peaceful already. “Y-You didn’t have to do this...” Hachi said to Kali, feeling slightly embarrassed that she managed to get caught up in such a situation. She shook her head, “No no, it’s fine. Besides, what was I gonna do, leave him there? I’m not that much of a bitch anymore.” She states, referencing to how she acted in high school when they used to date. Hachi chuckles at that. “I know, yeah... Thanks.” He says, genuinely grateful for her help.
“...You two got close, huh? Were you always like that?” Kali asks unsure. He shakes his head, thinking, “No, no we weren't... But y’know, when you’re the only one left from our high school squad who kept in touch with him, you start to bond a bit more.” Ah yes, the high school bully squad. Hachi can’t believe how stupid they were back then, but Dallas sometimes reminisces to him about kicking some scrawny kids again, though it’s probably more of a longing for the past than ACTUALLY wanting to kick some teens... He thinks.
They finally get to the Uber, Dallas looking dizzier by the second as Hachi helps him into the back seat. “Alright... Be safe then.” Kali says, waving to them and turning back around to join the party once again, stealing once last glance before going back inside.
As the Uber drives back to the college dorms, Hachi keeps an arm around a still crying Dallas. “W-Where are we going?” Asks Dallas, paranoia of where they’re headed to seeping in his mind. Hachi gave a comforting rub to his arm, “Back to the dorms, we’re gonna get you into your room, and into a nice, warm bed. It’ll be safe and quiet.” He reassures the paranoid man. They’re usually never this tender with each other, but Hachi thinks if he were to talk to Dallas like they usually do right now, the poor man might just break. The thought of it hurts his heart more than it should.
They get out of the Uber, and up the stairs, taking their time as Hachi makes sure Dallas can walk over them without tripping too much. Once they reach their room, he unlocks the door, making sure Dallas stays secure, and they both enter their shared dorm room.
“Okay, we’re so close, you’re doing so well.” He tells Dallas, hoping the praise will make him feel a bit better. Dallas just continues to tremble, grasping the man for walking support. Finally, they manage to reach his room, a relived sigh escaping Hachi’s lips. God he’s tired, tired and stressed. But he knows how bad trips like this can be, and he’s determined to stick it out for Dallas, no matter what.
“Alright, there we go...” He lays out Dallas onto the bed, getting him in a comfortable position on his back. Dallas did NOT feel ready for it though, and he almost felt like he was floating. He jolted a bit, clinging onto Hachi’s shirt hard, hoping for it to maybe catch him somehow in case he fell. “Hey- Hey now...” Hachi said, voice softening once again as he noticed his shirt being tangled by Dallas’s hands. Dallas couldn’t help but cry as he felt Hachi’s soft hands tracing patterns on his face.
“I-I’m sorry, is it too much?” Hachi realized, pulling his hands back a bit in case the touch felt too overstimulating, but Dallas immediately grabbed his hands back, seemingly trying to lead them back to his face. “No- No- Hachi-” He cried, the loss of contact almost too much to bear right now. Hachi got the message, immediately putting both his hands back onto his face, his thumbs stroking his forehead, voice going slow and soft “Okay, okay... It’s okay, you’re in a calm, safe space, nice and cozy. And I’m here, I’m not going to leave Dal.”
Dallas opens his eyes, seeing the kind, generous man staring down at him, practically almost on top of him, looking so concerned and patient with him as all he could do was pathetically cry out like a pussy. Oh, Hachi was too nice to him right now, he should be making fun of him in such a state, this was weird, this was wrong, Dallas didn’t know how to handle this-
Hachi could see Dallas’s breathing begin to pick up, his state of panic increasing for some reason. Oh no, this was bad, he needed to do something. “Dal... Dal you’re freaking out buddy.” He calmly states, slightly unsure of what to do from here now. Without really thinking about it, he begins to put a hand on Dallas’s shirt, rubbing small, soft circles against his quickening chest. “Dal... We need to breathe bud. We need to breathe...”
That didn’t feel like an easy request for Dallas right now, his mind running too fast and too slow at the same time somehow, just hoping to reach out for something in the state he’s in. But then he feels to hand rubbing his chest, and he can’t help but grasp harder to Hachi’s shirt. “Hach- Hachi...!” Through broken pleas that he PRAYED were going to Hachi and not some guy he thought was Hachi.
“Dal, Dal focus...” Whispered Hachi back to him, keeping his tone settled and secure, hoping to guide the man to not hyperventilate. “Can you look at me Dal...?” He asks the man. Dallas tries to focus his vision onto his friends' face, feeling more like a pathetic wuss each time he looks down at him with those caring eyes. “There we are...” Hachi says somehow softer than before. “Okay, follow my lead bud, breathe in....”
Dallas does his best to follow along, it feels a little impossible, but the light pressure of Hachi’s side breathing slowly against him makes it much easier to follow. It’s still staticky in his vision, and the guilt from Hachi even doing this is heavy, but eventually, they get to a point where his breathing is steady enough to talk again without pausing too much. “Good... Good god...” Dallas whispers out. Hachi can’t help but chuckle a bit at that.
“Hey bud... How are we feeling?” He asks, glad that Dallas is less panicky now. “...Like I’m on drugs.” Dallas bluntly replies back. To that Hachi gives a small “Pff” at him and looks at him a bit dumbfounded. Did Dallas do something wrong? “Why are you laughing...?” He asks, much sadder than he intended it to be. Hachi immediately switches his tone back at that. “It was just a bit funny... But I’m sure that’s not your intention with that comment.” He says concerned still, clearly telling that Dallas was feeling really sensitive right now. “...Dickhead.” Was what Dallas replied back with, not very amused with his current situation right now.
“Mm...” Hachi replied back with as he planted a small kiss to his forehead... Wait, what?
Oh. He did not mean to do that.
He felt Dallas flinch under him as a bright blush creeped against Hachi’s face. Oh my god, he just kissed his best friend, why did he do that? Was he feeling that bad? Maybe he’s also tripping a bit...
Dallas too was blushing, but he didn’t say anything, instead, he just... lifted his head a little, as if asking for another one. Damn, how high WAS he?? This was not voluntary.
(He’s lifting his head now?? What the fuck?) Hachi thinks to himself, the redness on his cheeks not stopping anytime soon. What does he do, does he just... lower his head back down? Yeah, that seemed like the saftest option- ...Oh god, no, he still looked scared as hell. Jesus, okay... Well, what was he gonna do, ignore it? It’s not like it meant anything anyway, they could blame it on the weed at this point- No, what was he thinking, he can’t do that, Dallas would kill him later, he can’t-
An instinct gave out, some weird flicker of something inside him giving in as he slowly lowered his lips back onto his forehead, lingering a soft, gentle kiss on it, guiding his head back down to the pillow. He could feel Dallas immediately relax at that, and letting out a soft, shaky sigh at the contact. It was like time just... Ceased, and the moment carried out as a precious memory just between the two of them.
Hachi slowly lifted his lips back from Dallas’s forehead, and he just stared at it, tracing his fingers over where he left the remnants of his kiss-
Oh my god, he kissed him AGAIN??
Yikes, this was getting weird now, his eyes widened, Hachi covered his face of the blush still present, burning even hotter at the realization. It seemed like Dallas also realized then as well, basically stammering something out to ease the tension. “H-Hey... What was... Hey...”
“H-Hello...” Hachi replied, the awkwardness tenfold as Dallas looked to the side, blushing profusely. There didn’t feel to be any words to say, they couldn’t find any words to say. Was it the drugs? It had to be; this was crazy...
Dallas broke out into another sob again, only this time it was less the high and more just the exhaustion of the situation they’ve been put in. Hachi looked guilty. Great, he did not mean for this to happen on top of everything else, “W-Woah, hey, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”
“Hachi...?”
“...Yes Dal?”
“We’re... going to be best friends forever, right?” Dallas’s broken words cutting Hachi’s heart like a knife. That was not the question he was expecting right now, but he was quick to respond, tender and soft.
“Oh Dallas... Of course we will. You’re my bro, my best friend, that won’t change anytime soon, okay...?” He stated with certainty, leaning his forehead onto the other man’s as he continued to sob.
“D-Do you promise...?” He asked, even more broken and strained.
Oh my god, this was killing Hachi inside. He rolled over to the side facing the man, cradling his arms around him to let him lean onto his chest, his chin on his head. “I promise...”
That was the straw that broke Dallas, his sobs choking from him as he stained his friends shirt in tears, shaking with his own emotional turmoil and exhaustion. He leaned on him for dear life, as if it could be gone way faster than he wanted it to, this care and affection that was being showered on him, affection he REALLY wasn’t use to handling... And from Hachi no less. The man he insults and drags with him to hell and back. And sure, they touched a lot, it was normal for them to sling an arm or two, but this? This felt... intimate. And good god it was scarier than any kind of fight he had ever been in.
Hachi continued, shushing and whispering kind words into his ear, stroking through Dallas’s blond slightly upward hair, the man whimpering at the sensation. They’ll talk about the... incident Hachi caused later. For now, all he cared about was that Dallas was safe and cared for, feeling him calm down again little by little...
“Just... When you feel tired, tell me, and I’ll let you sleep...” Oh god, that was not the right thing to say clearly, Dallas slightly panicking once again. “N-No, I- I don’t...” Dallas doesn’t finish, realizing just how desperate he’s gotten at the moment. Thank god Hachi seems to get the message. “Okay... Okay, I’ll stay here...” He hears from Hachi, and he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
The time creeps past, the room dimming more as it gets darker outside from the moon shifting, and Hachi and Dallas lay there together, Hachi keeping an eye on the man in his arms as he starts to finally steady again, his poor eyes looking so tired...
“Go to sleep. I’ll be here...” Hachi whispers, and that seems to be the thing that knocks Dallas out. He continues to stroke his hair a bit, and before he drifts off still high himself, he hears a very small and quiet, “Thank you...” Whispered from his chest. Hachi can’t help but smile, and kiss his friends head one more time for good measure.