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The door clicked behind him, and Sanemi swayed just a little, the faint smell of alcohol clinging to his clothes. He dropped his keys on the counter with a clatter and let out a long sigh. The apartment was quiet—too quiet.
“…Giyu?” His voice was rough, slurred. No answer. He staggered toward the couch, kicking off his shoes, and finally sank down, phone in hand. His fingers trembled slightly as he unlocked it, muttering, “Where the hell is he…”
He typed out a message, hesitating only for a moment before sending it:
“Baby… where are you?”
Nothing.
A moment later, impatience—and maybe panic—drove him to send another:
“What are you doing, baby?”
The silence pressed against him. He rubbed his face with one hand, the other gripping the phone tighter. His heart thumped faster than the alcohol could slow it.
“Are you asleep?”
Still no reply. The room felt colder. The shadows stretched longer across the walls, and Sanemi’s chest tightened. He pressed the phone to his forehead, whispering, “Come on… answer me…”
And then, finally, with a shaky thumb, he sent the last one, a whisper of vulnerability that only came out when he was drunk and afraid:
“I miss you, baby…”
He leaned back, staring at the ceiling, hoping—praying—that Giyu would appear any second.
Giyu’s phone buzzed on the edge of his desk. He glanced down and froze for a moment, lips twitching into a small, amused smile.
“Baby… where are you?”
“What are you doing, baby?”
“Are you asleep?”
“I miss you, baby…”
His chest warmed at the sight of the messages, his heart fluttering despite himself. Drunk Sanemi… he thought, biting back a soft laugh. The little vulnerability hidden behind all that bluster, all that sharpness—he could feel it from here.
He stared at the screen for a moment longer, his thumb hovering over the keyboard. And then he did nothing. He didn’t reply.
Instead, he leaned back in his chair, smiling quietly to himself, imagining Sanemi pacing around at home, worried and flustered, waiting for a response that wasn’t coming.
Let him stew a little… Giyu mused, the corner of his lips quirking up. It’s adorable.
He tucked his phone back into his pocket, still grinning, feeling that soft tug in his chest whenever he thought about Sanemi—drunk, clingy, and completely his.
Sanemi stared at his phone like it had betrayed him. No reply? His brow furrowed, lips jutting out in a pout.
“B…baby?!” he mumbled, almost whining, his fingers tapping the screen like it would magically answer him.
“Why aren’t you replying, baby? Are you mad at me?”
He slumped onto the couch, hugging a pillow to his chest, letting out a dramatic sigh. “Giyuuu… I miss you… talk to meeee…”
He pressed the phone to his forehead, eyes half-closed. “Don’t ignore me… don’t leave me alone… I’m s–s… sad…”
After a moment, he rolled over onto his side, hugging the pillow tighter, muttering to himself. “I’m not gonna sleep ‘til you text me back… not gonna… nooo…”
Every few seconds, his thumb would twitch, almost trying to type another message, only to flop back in defeat when he remembered he already sent a million. “Baby… please…” he whispered, voice small and pitiful.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew Giyu would see the messages eventually, but that didn’t stop him from pouting like a sulky child, curling into himself, and muttering, “I just wanna hear from you…”
The key turned in the lock, and the door creaked open. Giyu stepped in, tired from work but already smiling, his eyes landing on the couch immediately.
There was Sanemi—half-curled on a pillow, hair messy, cheeks flushed, and lips pouted in the most ridiculous way. His phone was still clutched in one hand, the other hugging the pillow like it was a lifeline.
“Sanemi…” Giyu said softly, leaning against the doorframe, amusement shining in his eyes.
Sanemi’s head snapped up, eyes wide and glistening. “Giyuu! You’re… you’re home! You… didn’t reply…” His voice wavered into a small, almost whiny whimper.
Giyu chuckled, taking a step closer. “I saw your texts.”
Sanemi’s lips trembled into an even bigger pout, and he reached out with one arm, grabbing Giyu’s sleeve. “You… you didn’t answer me… you were mean!” His voice cracked slightly, childish and needy.
Giyu knelt down in front of him, careful not to startle him. “You’re so cute when you’re drunk…” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind Sanemi’s ear.
“I… I missed you… talk to meee…” Sanemi whined, snuggling closer despite his drunken haze, clinging like a small child.
Giyu smiled softly, letting Sanemi cling to him, and whispered, “I’m here now. You don’t have to worry… I won’t ignore you.”
Sanemi’s eyes closed, relief washing over his flushed face as he buried himself a little deeper into Giyu’s chest. “Promise…?” he mumbled sleepily.
“Promise,” Giyu said, wrapping his arms around him, smiling as Sanemi finally let himself relax, still clingy and ridiculous, but entirely his.
Sanemi clung to Giyu like a koala, swaying slightly even while sitting on the couch. “Don’t… leave me… don’t go…” he mumbled, half-asleep, half-drunk, voice whining and high-pitched.
Giyu chuckled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the top of his head. “I’m not going anywhere, Sanemi… but you need to get to bed before you pass out on the floor.”
“I… I don’t wannaee…” Sanemi whined, burying his face into Giyu’s chest. “I wanna stay… stay with youuuu…”
Giyu shook his head, smirking as he picked him up effortlessly. “Oh no, you’re coming with me, drunk little baby.”
Sanemi wrapped his arms around Giyu’s neck, legs clinging weakly as he swayed. “Carry… meee… like a princess… pleaaaase…”
Giyu rolled his eyes, though the smile on his face was soft. “You’re ridiculous… a princess, huh?” he teased, setting a playful tone. “Fine, princess, let’s get you to bed before you fall asleep in the hallway.”
“Don’t… tease meee…” Sanemi whined again, nuzzling into Giyu’s neck. His small, drunken hiccups made him even more helplessly adorable.
Giyu laughed quietly, carrying him toward the bedroom. “You’re lucky you’re cute when you’re like this… or I might let you nap on the couch as punishment.”
Sanemi groaned, muffled into Giyu’s shoulder. “Nooo… I want… youuuu…”
Giyu shook his head with a fond smile. “Yes, yes, you have me. Now sleep before you turn into a mess I have to clean up.”
Sanemi’s only response was a sleepy, contented mumble: “Mmm… love youuu…”
Giyu’s heart melted completely. “I love you too, drunk baby,” he whispered, tucking him into bed and pulling the covers over his flushed, messy husband.
Even in his drunken, clingy chaos, Sanemi was still entirely Giyu’s.