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The bar was quiet, the kind of quiet that only came in the final hours of the night. The place smelled faintly of spilled sake and worn leather, the soft hum of conversation from the few remaining patrons blending with the clink of glasses being cleaned. The low hanging ight bulb cast a soft warm glow over the C-shaped booth bench where Hidan sat, his long legs stretched out under the polished wood table. Across from him, Kakuzu leaned back against the leather, his mask hanging and loose around his neck. The bottle of sake between them was nearly empty, its contents hitting Kakuzu far harder than it ever could Hidan. It wasn’t their first bottle that night, but Hidan was still very much intact as his immortal body treated the alcohol as an actual poison and healed it immediately from his body.
Young man poured himself another cup, his smirk widening as he glanced at Kakuzu. “You sure you’re alright there, old man? You’re looking a little... pink.”
Kakuzu’s gaze, heavy-lidded and hazy, flicked up to meet his. “I’m fine,” he muttered, though the slight slur in his words betrayed him.
Hidan chuckled, raising his cup in a mock toast. “I gotta say, this is new. The mighty Kakuzu, actually drinking. And not just one cup, either—this is what, your fifth? Sixth? What’s the deal?”
Kakuzu leaned forward to refill his cup, his hand steady but his movements slower than usual. “Don’t read into it.”
“Oh, I’m reading into it,” Hidan shot back, leaning on his elbows. “You never drink. Ever. Hell, I’ve never even seen you buzzed, let alone like... this.” He gestured broadly at Kakuzu, who was visibly more relaxed, his usual sharp edges dulled by the alcohol.
Kakuzu drained his cup in one smooth motion and set it down with a soft clink. “It’s not every day I get dragged into a bar by you,” he muttered.
“Dragged?” Hidan laughed. “Don’t even try that. You came willingly.”
He was too far to punch him in the shoulder and not daring enough to risk a kick under the table—it might end the night in a fight way too soon.
Instead, Hidan slapped his fingers playfully across Kakuzu’s hand, where it rested near his sake cup, and left them there, waiting for a reaction. “And now look at you. Tipsy as hell. I didn’t know you were such a lightweight.”
Kakuzu’s eyes narrowed, but instead of brushing Hidan off, he hesitated for a moment, then surprised him by brushing his fingers softly against Hidan’s in return. The touch was tentative, deliberate, his thumb grazing the back of Hidan’s hand before their fingers intertwined.
Hidan stilled, his smirk faltering for a beat before returning full force. “Oh, no way,” he murmured, his fingers brushing over Kakuzu’s in a cheeky, deliberate stroke. The touch lingered just enough to tease, his tone light but laced with amusement.
“You’re actually into this, aren’t you?” Hidan’s voice dropped to a playful whisper, his grin widening as he studied Kakuzu’s expression. “You like being touched.”
Kakuzu’s gaze lifted to meet his, and for once, there was no irritation or anger there.
“Damn,” Hidan said softly, his hand tightening slightly around Kakuzu’s. “Who knew you’d get like this after a little sake? You are so soft.”
Kakuzu slouched back in his seat and gave him a sidelong glance. “I’m not soft,” he muttered, but it lacked his usual edge.
Hidan laughed, leaning over the table and his other hand joining the party on the table, not letting Kakuzu retrieve it. “Oh, sure. Toughest guy in the room, but look at you. You’re not even arguing properly.” His hands lingered, fingers brushing over the exposed skin just below Kakuzu’s wrist.
“You like me touching you, huh? Admit it. Didn’t peg you for the type, Kuzu-chan.”
“I like it,” Kakuzu said, the words quiet but unmistakable. His eyes were heavy-lidded, his expression far too open for someone usually so guarded.
Hidan blinked. “Well, shit. Didn’t expect you to just come out and say it,” his smirk turned wolfish as he leaned in closer, one hand trailing up Kakuzu’s arm to rest lightly on his forearm. “You like it huh? You must be really wasted, you beast.”
“Don’t stop,” Kakuzu said, his fingers tightening just enough to make Hidan’s teasing smirk falter.
“What, the flirting? I was joking—”
“Don’t stop.” Kakuzu’s voice dropped lower, and for the first time, Hidan realized just how red his partner’s cheeks were, how his chest rose and fell like he was holding himself back.
Hidan blinked, momentarily stunned.“Shit. You’re serious.” His grip tightened as he leaned in, the butt of the bench, basically laying on the table. His fingers brushed higher up along Kakuzu’s arm.
Kakuzu’s sharp eyes flicked to him, but instead of his usual glare, his gaze lingered. Warm, heavy, almost... needy. “Hidan,” Kakuzu growled, but it wasn’t angry—it was desperate.
A slow grin spread across Hidan’s face. “Oh, this is too good. The big, bad Kakuzu... begging me?”
For once, Kakuzu didn’t argue. His hand, slipping free from Hidan’s intertwined fingers, moved to cup the back of Hidan’s neck, his thumb brushing along the edge of his jaw. “Please,” he muttered, his voice low and rough, the word almost lost in the charged air between them.
“You really are full of surprises,” Hidan murmured, his grin widening as Kakuzu’s breath hitched under his touch. “Alright, big guy. Let’s see just how far this goes.”
It was time to move.
Hidan shifted even closer around on the bench until their thighs were pressed together next to each other, the heat of Kakuzu’s body bleeding through his clothes. Any nearer, and he’d practically be sitting in Kakuzu’s lap. His hand slid from Kakuzu’s sleeve to rest over the firm plane of his chest.
Kakuzu leaned into the touch, his head tilting ever so slightly as his eyes fluttered shut. A soft exhale escaped his lips, his entire posture uncharacteristically relaxed. He looked vulnerable, pliant—utterly unlike the hard-edged Kakuzu Hidan had always known. It was as if he was fighting the dizziness, the pull of sleep, and perhaps even the feelings stirring within him at that moment.
Hidan froze for a moment, his mind spinning. The sight of Kakuzu—so loose, so malleable—sent a jolt through him. His heart thudded wildly in his chest, the rush of blood making his head feel light. And it wasn’t the sake.
He watched, transfixed, as Kakuzu turned his head toward him, lips hovering dangerously close. Kakuzu’s arm, which had been resting along the back of the booth, slid down in a loose, almost lazy hug around Hidan’s shoulders.
“Kakuzu,” Hidan murmured, his voice taking on a teasing lilt. “I think we’re taking this too fast.” He let out a sweet, lilting laugh, his grin playful but edged with disbelief at how far things had gone.
Kakuzu didn’t respond, his hazy gaze locking onto Hidan’s lips, his breathing slow but deliberate
“Shit,” Hidan continued, his smirk widening as he leaned back slightly. “I don’t even know your favorite color,” he continued with his role.
Kakuzu blinked at that, clearly disoriented, but Hidan didn’t give him a chance to react before poking his side with his elbow. “And you didn’t even ask me out on a date,” he added, his tone still light, though there was a flicker of something genuine underneath the humor.
Kakuzu’s gaze dropped to the table, where the empty bottle of sake sat like a quiet testament to how far he’d let himself go.
Hidan watched him carefully, his mind warring with itself. On the one hand, he wanted to keep going, to see how far this new, soft version of Kakuzu would let him push. But on the other hand, there was the nagging thought of what would happen once Kakuzu sobered up.
“It’s been a long time since I gave head under a table,” he said with a teasing smirk, more as a joke to shake off his nervousness. It was still true though.
Kakuzu’s head lifted slightly, his eyes narrowing with vague suspicion, though he still didn’t pull away.
Hidan laughed again, the sound a bit more relaxed this time as he leaned back against Kakuzu’s loose hold. His gaze dropped to the table, his fingers drumming against its edge as he considered his options.
If Kakuzu remembered this tomorrow, there was a very real chance he would kill him, well not exactly, but Hidan would end up dismembered at least. But if he wouldn't remember... well, that thought didn’t sit right with Hidan either.
With a huff, Hidan shifted in his seat, his head tilting toward Kakuzu. “Well, big guy, I think my brilliant BJ is gonna have to wait until you’re sober enough to remember it.”
Kakuzu’s lips parted slightly, his eyes flicking to Hidan’s with a dazed kind of focus.
“Until then,” Hidan said, his grin returning as he reached up to flick Kakuzu’s mask where it hung loosely around his neck, “you just get to dream about it.”
The air outside was crisp, fresh, and cool, instantly clearing the rest of the haze of sake from Hidan’s mind. It was like a slap to the face, leaving him stone-cold sober as he adjusted the heavy weight against him.
Kakuzu’s arm was slung lazily over Hidan’s shoulders, his steps uneven and sluggish. Hidan bore most of his weight, grunting with the effort but not complaining.
Hidan decided to call it a night while he still had the will to leave, especially now that Kakuzu had gone completely nonverbal.
He couldn’t believe the night had happened. Kakuzu—his Kakuzu—getting drunk to the point of this? The idea was ridiculous, and yet here they were. Hidan’s mind replayed the moments in the bar: the soft touches, the pliant way Kakuzu leaned into him, the way his lips had hovered too close. It sent a shiver up his spine, equal parts disbelief and thrill.
As they reached the sidewalk, Hidan slipped his free hand into Kakuzu’s coat pocket, putting back his wallet. He’d already paid the bill on their way out, Kakuzu too drunk to notice or care, but a part of Hidan still half-expected the man to snap out of it, snarl at him, and demand an itemized list of what he’d spent.
But nothing.
Kakuzu walked silently, his head dipping forward, his usual intensity dulled into quiet exhaustion.
“Y’know,” Hidan said, his voice breaking the quiet as they trudged along, “some people get more talkative when they’re drunk. You just... get quieter.” He glanced at Kakuzu, whose eyes were half-lidded, his breathing deep and slow.
“And docile,” Hidan added, smirking to himself, “and horny.”
Kakuzu didn’t respond, but his hand on Hidan’s shoulder tightened slightly as if he’d heard and agreed.
“Man, you’re heavy,” Hidan sighed, adjusting his grip and ignoring the ache in his arms. “But it’s... nice.” His voice softened, almost too low for Kakuzu to hear. “I mean to hold you like this. Feels like... I dunno, like you trust me or something.”
Kakuzu’s head lolled slightly, leaning closer against Hidan’s hair as they walked.
The inn was just ahead now, the warm glow of its lantern lighting their path. Hidan glanced up at it, his pace slowing. He didn’t know why he said what he said next—maybe it was the remnants of sake still buzzing in his veins, or maybe it was just the absurdity of the night catching up to him.
“And if you'd asked me on a date,” Hidan said quietly, his lips curling into a faint, almost wistful smirk, “I wouldn't say no.”
He chuckled softly at his own words, though his chest felt strangely tight.
The door to the inn creaked as he pushed it open, guiding Kakuzu inside. "But, hell," Hidan shook his head, "who’s even asking, huh?”
The morning light filtered through the thin curtains of their shared inn room, bright enough to make Hidan wince but not enough to rouse Kakuzu fully from his state.
Hidan stretched, feeling oddly refreshed despite the events of the previous night. He glanced over at Kakuzu, who sat on the edge of his bed, shoulders hunched as he rubbed his temples. His usual stoic mask was replaced with the visible signs of a hangover: furrowed brows, a tight jaw, and a faint grimace as he sipped water.
Still, Kakuzu didn’t say a word.
He had just looked around, like not recognising the place or way he got here. Hidan just watched him as he stood up and patted the pocket of his coat, just to be sure the wallet was still there and without even checking it properly he headed straight to the bathroom.
Hidan leaned back against the headboard, watching all that with mild curiosity. He felt relieved and a bit disappointed. Kakuzu clearly didn’t remember anything from the bar. It stung a little, the idea that the rare vulnerability Kakuzu had shown was now locked away maybe forever. But at the same time, Hidan was glad he hadn’t crossed the line and hadn't taken things further.
“Guess it’s better this way,” Hidan muttered to himself, rolling out of bed.
The two of them moved through their morning routine like clockwork: washing up, dressing, and gearing up as they would on any mission. It was efficient, unremarkable, and felt almost painfully normal compared to the night before.
As they were heading out the door, Kakuzu stopped abruptly, glancing over his shoulder.
“You free tonight?” he asked, his tone casual, almost too casual.
Hidan froze mid-step, blinking. “What?”
Kakuzu turned to face him fully, his eyes sharp, meeting Hidan’s gaze with unwavering focus. “Green.”
Hidan tilted his head, lost more than before. “Huh?”
“My favorite color,” Kakuzu clarified. “It’s green.”
Hidan’s stomach flipped as the realization hit him. He remembers.
Kakuzu didn’t smirk, didn’t gloat, but there was something in his expression—something uncharacteristically soft in the way his gaze lingered.
“So,” Kakuzu continued, his voice steady, “you free tonight?”
Hidan’s throat felt dry. “Y-yeah,” he stammered.
Kakuzu’s lips twitched, almost forming a smile, but he turned away too quickly for Hidan to catch it fully.
“Good,” Kakuzu nodded, walking toward the door. “It’s a date, then.”
Hidan stood there, stunned, watching as Kakuzu stepped outside. “Shit,” he muttered now to only himself, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Guess I’ve got a date.”