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The chorus of tipsy young adults is probably being heard throughout the whole building, but whatever. Drinks clink, laughter and chatter fill the apartment, and shouts from the rowdiest of the bunch rise above it all. The smell of weed and alcohol float through the air, suffocating the available oxygen and causing a slight haze.
Sae sits off to the side, in a small armchair that’s as far away as he can get from the obnoxious partygoers. He’s been dragged here by his little brother, the urge to make sure he gets home without dying first overtaking his desire to stay home like always.
Rin’s talking to a stumbling Isagi a few meters away, the older boy evidently a few drinks in with pink cheeks and shining eyes. Sae’s brother doesn’t appear to be tolerating it very well, but Sae knows better. Rin doesn’t entertain anyone or anything unless he wants to, and that means he’s at least somewhat enjoying Isagi’s company.
To his left is the main couch, occupied by far too many people for its undersized character. Otoya, Karasu, Nanase, and Hiori all sit together, pressed leg to leg due to the lack of space. Well, Hiori’s closer to being on Karasu’s lap than being on the couch, but that’s been a long time coming.
It’s pretty late into the night, probably closer to morning than the actual day before. He’s growing tired from the ruckus and boredom, and even scrolling on his phone is starting to annoy him. Rin doesn’t look like he’s leaving anytime soon, and he seems to be a little tipsy himself, leaning a little too closely into Isagi when they talk. He fights the urge to roll his eyes, instead flicking his gaze back to his phone to try and pass the time.
Bachira’s decided to host this party in celebration of the end of midterm season—something Sae doesn’t get, considering half of the people here didn’t even pass the majority of their classes. But it’s junior year of college, and grades seem to pale in comparison to getting drunk and making out with some random person according to these attendees.
He hates to think that he might be roped into that group. Sure, Sae doesn’t have straight A’s either, but that’s by choice. Football doesn’t require an outstanding performance to stay on the team, and neither will the pro leagues once he’s graduated. No point in wasting his time.
Suppressing a sigh, he turns his phone face down on the arm of his chair where he’s been stationed for the last half hour and leans his head back, shutting his eyes softly. Rin is doing fine right now and Sae can’t bear anymore of this senseless monotony.
He should’ve known better to think he could get any rest at a party with—
“Hey, hey, hey, pretty boy! What do you think you’re doing trying to get some shut-eye in the middle of a party? C’mon, loosen up and take a shot with me!”
Shidou Ryusei. The demon that has plagued his life the past few months since his junior year started; the blonde-pink man had sat himself right next to Sae in their shared communications class, and pestered him for his number every day since.
He refuses to give in. Even if said demon is surprisingly attractive, with his bold fashion and dark eyeliner, tanned skin, and a body that would make anyone blush. Normally, Sae would find himself even more pissed off than usual at the display of such obnoxious confidence, but something about Shidou is different.
Not that it matters, because Sae doesn’t entertain anyone’s advances and Shidou is no different. Itoshi Sae doesn’t date, because it’s a hassle and a waste of time. A hook-up here and there, a situationship every once in a while—fine, it’s not like he’ll catch feelings, and it’s just for stress relief while he juggles his classes and hours of football practice. Focus is of utmost importance and Shidou seems like he would destroy it.
Especially while Sae is so close to getting an early offer from Spain’s leading professional club team, Re Al Madrid. His talent has finally been noticed outside of Japan, and Sae will not stop at anything or let a person jeopardize that, even if that person happens to be as enticing as Shidou.
So he responds with what should be a deterring comment.
“Who do you think you’re talking to?” Sae deadpans, not even bothering to open his eyes fully. He knew exactly who was addressing him the moment that lilting voice reached his ears.
“The sexiest man in the room, maybe.”
He can practically hear the eyebrow wiggle that comes along with the suggestive words. This provocation causes him to blink his eyes open, trying to look unbothered as he levels Shidou with his trademark you’re lukewarm stare.
Immediately, Sae thinks, bad idea.
Bright pink eyes bore back into his own teal ones, squinted in humor and something Sae can’t quite name. Tonight, Shidou’s already topless, the only things covering him being his mismatched pink and white socks and a pair of red polka-dot shorts. His hair is down today, that ridiculous gel hairstyle finally being locked in the closet.
It’s likely he lost his shirt to a game of strip poker or something similar—while Sae’s never at any parties to see, he can assume that Shidou would be into that kind of thing. His shorts are far too small to be anything less than underwear, showing miles of golden thighs that just barely disappear into the measly fabric.
He looks unfairly attractive, with his sun-kissed abs and toned arms, a few veins running up to his shoulder. How can one look so soft and gorgeous while also being so intimidating? It’s a look only Shidou could hope to pull off, and boy, does he do just that.
Sae’s not had even a drop of liquor tonight but he can already feel his head spinning. This situation is far more precarious than their usual class time interactions, because the lack of supervision and the late-night feels are lowering his precautions.
“You’re not getting my number, Shidou. Stop bothering me.” He says flatly, hoping it comes out nonchalant enough to make him leave.
“Oh, who said anything about a number? Tonight, I’ll propose a deal; take a shot and I’ll leave you alone, if that’s still what you want.” Shidou replies, a wide grin painting his face with mischief.
Well, that’s new—Sae thought he was going to be pestered no matter what. Against his best judgement, he rolls the offer over in his mind, weighing his options. He knows Shidou well enough to understand that he really won’t leave him alone if he doesn’t get anything in return.
As for drinking, Sae’s not opposed, necessarily. One shot won’t completely incapacitate him, and honestly, it might make the night more bearable. He’s drunk before, it’s just not something he does often, and he knows any more than one or two shots is dangerous territory.
One, though? Worth it, if the demon leaves him alone.
Shidou is still staring at him, that dumb expression still contorting his features, the one where he looks like the cat that got the cream. He’s already too pleased with himself, like he knows what choice Sae will pick, even if there’s no way he knows. Sae is the master of not letting his mask slip, and this situation is no different.
Keeping his features smooth and even, Sae makes full eye contact with Shidou.
“Fine.”
The other’s reaction is immediate; he nearly jumps in disbelief, magenta eyes sparkling with dangerous joy. Sae hates feeling like he’s lost.
“Really, lashes? You mean it?” That damn grin doesn’t seem like it’s able to leave his face, and now it’s burned into Sae’s mind.
“Yes, idiot. Hurry up before I change my mind.”
Shidou doesn’t take it for granted, spinning around too quickly and nearly sprinting through the living area to the kitchen. Sae watches him go, getting an (un)welcome view of his toned quads from behind, flexing as his muscles stretch and compress to create movement.
Sae closes his eyes again, trying to push away the vision of what Shidou looks like from behind while he waits somewhat impatiently for his doom to arrive.
Hopefully he doesn’t tamper with it too much, Sae thinks, which is futile because Shidou does what Shidou wants.
He doesn’t bother to unlock his phone again, deciding to wait it out by people-watching again. Nagi and Reo are making out against a wall, ew, while Bachira tries to convince an already drunk Chigiri to take yet another shot. Rin’s still chatting with Isagi, leaning so far forward to “listen” that it’s just embarrassing.
Finally, blonde and pink return to his vision, Shidou racing back towards Sae with a red solo cup, probably filled with some one hundred proof alcohol that’ll make him sick. He walks up to Sae’s chair and stops, looking down with the same devilish grin back on his face.
“Here you go!” He sings, far too happily for the situation. Shidou hands the cup out, extending his arm fully so that the cup’s right in his face.
Sae shoots him a glare, swatting the hand away from his face before reluctantly accepting the drink. His gaze flits down, peering into the cup to make sure it’s not something radioactive or poisonous. It appears normal, just a good bit of clear liquid that smells strongly.
Before he sips, he looks back up at Shidou, warning in his eyes.
“You better keep your end of the deal, demon,”
“Of course, pretty boy.”
That feral smile stretches even wider, hungry eyes boring into Sae’s skull as he finally lifts the cup to his lips and throws it back, trying to avoid the bitter, eye-watering taste as best he can.
It tastes horrible, as always—sharp and searing, leaving a trail of fire down his throat as it travels down. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to will away the urge to cough so he doesn’t look like an amateur. Alcohol is really not something he likes to entertain often.
The weight of the cup tells him he’s not even finished it fully, probably because Shidou was generous with the amount he poured. Despite the fiery path that the first shot is leaving in his throat, he doesn’t hesitate before tossing the rest of the alcohol back. Itoshi Sae is not a quitter, not even when the rules are unfair.
It brings tears to his eyes, the acidic, disgusting taste magnified by the lack of a chaser. He really should have considered that, but he’d just wanted it over with. After a few more seconds of discomfort, he opens his eyes again.
Shidou’s eyes are still glued onto him, watching with something close to awe.
“Damn, lashes, I didn’t know you had that in you!” He crows, squatting down to Sae’s level so that their gazes are equal. He’s a little too close for comfort, but Sae just takes it in stride and pretends like he doesn’t notice.
“Of course I do.” Sae scoffs, tilting his head back against the chair.
There’s a little burst of air on his face; Shidou stood up and took a step back.
“I guess I have to hold up my end of the deal now. I’ll see you around, Itoshi!” Shidou chirps.
Sae squints his eyes open, getting one last look at Shidou’s tan face, dark eyeliner smudged slightly from the night. There’s a little bit of sweat on his brow, but instead of looking gross it just looks enticing. Shidou gives him a little wave, then turns around and walks slowly away, a little sway in his hips.
And wow, Sae must be feeling the affects of whatever the fuck Shidou gave him already because damn, he looks hot, and those little shorts leave too little to his now wandering imagination. And Sae’s been aware that Shidou’s attractive—he has eyes. But feeling it, instead of ignoring it in order to focus on football or something else? That’s new for him.
He watches, not quite shamelessly, until the red-and-white paired with deliciously muscular thighs disappear from his narrow gaze from the chair.
Immediately, he feels bored again. Sae knew going into this that it’d be hell, but he got a taste of entertainment when Shidou came up to him, and now it’s gone again.
That, paired with the fact that he’s actually feeling the alcohol just a little now, makes him make a hasty decision. One that Sae would normally never consider.
“Shidou,” he calls, voice steadily cutting through the noise of the party.
Bad choice. Bad, bad choice.
Somehow, the demon’s heard him, and Sae sees him parting the crowd once again, returning to Sae looking all too pleased with himself. Someone scoffs at him as he shoves his way forward, evidently annoyed from his back and forth travel.
Shidou ignores it and smiles brightly at Sae, brushing right up against his folded legs, even closer than he got before.
“Bored already?”
He doesn’t entertain Shidou’s obnoxious comments.
“Go get me another shot.”
Blonde eyebrows shoot up to the sky.
“Woah there, lashes. You just had…two, basically.”
Obviously. Sae resists the urge to scoff again.
“I’m aware. I decided that since I already started the process of getting drunk, I might as well finish it, too.”
Oh, he’s going to be so fucked tomorrow.
;
The world spins heavily around him, bright lights blurring into a multicolored blob. He’s having a hard time sitting upright, so he just lays down instead. What’s the point of trying so hard to avoid what he wants?
“Oh my god, Sae.”
Rin. It’s his brother, here. He was supposed to be…taking care of him? But Rin sounds fine, and Sae is completely comfortable on the plush, stable surface he just put his head on. Wow, it’s really, really comfortable. Sae burrows his head in a little, trying to extinguish all of the outside noise and lights by hiding away.
It’s so nice, and whatever’s beneath him seems to be heated. He just wants more of that warmth. Letting out a sigh, he pushes ever so slightly more and then fully relaxes his body, angling himself to the side so he can peek out just a little at what’s happening.
All of his friends (Rin’s friends, really) are sitting in a circle, a beer bottle lying down in the center. Most of them seem like they’re watching him right now, which makes him nervous, so he shuts his eyes again and returns to the comfort of—
“God, lashes, you’re gonna be the death of me.”
Shidou.
The deep, familiar voice reverberates through his body, making him shiver at the vibration. Sae comes to the realization that he’s not on a heated pillow or something similar; rather, it seems to be his face down, a foot deep into Shidou’s lap.
(If he were sober, he would care, but Sae is definitely not sober right now.)
Sae doesn’t want to lift his head to respond, so he just mumbles into the supple, golden skin of Shidou’s thighs.
“Don’ know whatchu mean...” He slurs, barely audible. At least Rin’s not berating him anymore, because his voice earlier sounded like a beratement.
Seeking more warmth, more closeness, more Shidou, Sae rises ever so slightly to pull his arms from underneath him and wraps them around Shidou’s middle, trying to pull himself in until there’s no space left between them.
Why has he even been avoiding Shidou in the first place? This is so lovely.
“Oh my god, stop it, Sae!” Ugh, Rin again. Why can’t he just be nice? What’s so wrong about what Sae’s doing?
“Shidou, can you take him home? I want to stay a little longer but he needs to get the hell out,” Sae hears an exasperated sigh, from his brother again. “He’s got practice in the morning, and it’s kind of my fault he’s here.”
There’s movement beneath his head, causing Sae to cling more and let out a soft whine. Can Shidou not move while he’s comfy?
“Sure, lashes junior. Give me your number and I’ll call you when we’re there. Oh, and his address.”
Sae starts tuning them out, brain too tired to try and comprehend the words being spoken. His name makes him perk up a little, but soon after, a large hand begins to run softly through his hair. It’s soft and warm, and it slowly breaks up any knots he’s developed while massaging his scalp with gentle pressure.
He can’t help but give another quiet sigh, this time of satisfaction and contentment. The touch feels so nice against his skull, and he almost wants to just sleep then and there—but that would mean the touches stop, and Sae doesn’t get enough of this soft treatment to give that up.
But against his will, his eyelids start to droop, and darkness seeps into his mind. He’s barely clinging onto consciousness when the hands in his hair stop their ministrations to shake him softly instead.
“C’mon, lashes senior, I’m gonna take you home,” the rough voice sounds again, so consoling and kind.
He just wants the hands back on his head, but instead, he feels strong arms slipping beneath his own and hoisting him up into the air. Sae mumbles in irritation, face scrunching in displeasure. He was comfy on Shidou, and now he’s being jostled around.
Weight slumping against someone’s bare skin, Sae blinks his eyes open just a crack to peer at his harasser.
Oh. It’s still Shidou, and it’s Shidou’s skin that he can feel against his arms and through his thin shirt. It’s Shidou who is practically holding him upright, keeping him from slumping back down and cracking his skull open.
He shifts his upper body further from Shidou’s chest, tilting his head up in an attempt to make eye contact.
“Sh’dou…”
Pink eyes flicker down and latch onto his, sharp at first and then fading into something softer. Despite Sae’s grumbling, Shidou begins to move slowly, lifting his head back up to survey his surroundings before half-dragging Sae along.
He knows he’s being obnoxious by refusing to lift himself up, but Sae was happy on Shidou’s lap and it’s Shidou’s fault he’s not happy anymore. He also still hasn’t received a response to the partially formed excuse for a name he muttered, and now he’s decided to be petty.
“You gonna help me out here, lashes?” Shidou’s voice rings through Sae’s chest where their bodies are connected, startling him slightly.
No, Sae’s not going to help him or make this easier in any way. Anyway, when has Sae ever made anything easy? Shidou still hasn’t gotten his phone number, after all—Sae’s got a mean streak and the alcohol’s making it worse.
“Mm-mm,” Sae huffs, shaking his head with the limited mobility he has.
One tsk from Shidou later, and Sae’s being swept up into thick arms, firmly but not with aggression. His face is practically shoved into Shidou’s bare chest, not an unwelcome experience (sober Sae will unpack that), while Sae mumbles barely-eunciated objections.
Despite his weak protests, Shidou is now carrying him bridal style and walking much faster than before now that Sae’s not dragging him down. The party is still going strong, and a few heads turn to see the commotion Shidou leaves in his wake by walking with purpose.
If Sae had any sense left, he would be screaming at Shidou to put him down—but he’s a ridiculous number of drinks in and those toned, bronze pecs feel so nice against his overheated face.
Or maybe he’s just entranced by the pure attractiveness of Shidou Ryusei.
Shidou carries him effortlessly out of Bachira’s apartment, holding Sae close as they wait for the elevator to come back up. Once they’re in, Shidou shifts his grip so that he can have a free hand to select the lobby button. Sae can feel the muscles tense and tighten so he doesn’t drop him—it’s a safe feeling, like he’s being protected. He knows that Shidou won’t let him fall.
They make it down to the lobby, where the front desk attendant watches them suspiciously (he can see through barely opened eyes) as Shidou continues to hold him tightly. Sae shuts his eyes again, letting his limbs go completely limp into Shidou’s firm arms.
The sound of shoes against linoleum changes to concrete, and that along with a fresh breeze signals that they’ve reached the parking lot. He doesn’t try to open his eyes or move at all, exhaustion turning his arms and legs into pure lead.
They stop for a moment, and Sae can hear faint noises on Shidou’s phone as he types something.
“Wha’ is it?” Sae tries, mustering up enough strength to move the muscles in his mouth.
“Just ordering a ride, baby. No need to worry.”
Baby? When did that happen? Not that Sae’s going to overthink it right now—he can’t think at all, and it’s sort of sweet when Shidou does things like that. It’s not like his parents were ever soft and loving like that, and well, it’s different when it comes from the person who’s normally over-the-top and dramatic.
It feels real.
(That’s just the alcohol talking, right?)
He feels Shidou squat down, sitting on the hard concrete but not relinquishing his iron grip on Sae. They just rest there for a few minutes, Shidou silent for once and Sae half-buried into his chest still. It’s nice, surprisingly so for a guy like him.
The peace is disrupted by the motor of a car, coming closer and closer until the sound quiets slightly right in front of them. Sae opens his eyes, wanting to see what type of vehicle he’s about to be forced into.
It’s a sleek, simple black car, three seats visible in the back along with the driver and passenger spots. Shidou and the driver converse for a moment, which Sae doesn’t bother to listen in on. Instead, he lets himself be lifted up as Shidou rises from the ground and carried gently into the back of the car.
Shidou’s arms never hold him further than a few inches. It’s as comforting as it is odd—Sae was always the one doing this for others; for Rin, for a rare friend in Spain, even a stranger, but he’s never been treated with care like this. It does things to his alcohol-addled brain.
He can’t stop trying to get closer. And Shidou just lets him.
His address is exchanged with their chauffeur, and Sae feels the car lurch into motion soon after. Their seatbelts aren’t on because it wouldn’t fit over both of them, and the few times that Shidou’s shifted him, Sae holds on tighter out of anxiety and desire.
The demon has his back up against the seat like normal, while Sae is practically on his lap, face still in his chest, arms wrapped around his middle like it’s the most natural thing he’s ever done.
He hears the driver chuckle lightly when he makes a sleepy grumble, probably in correlation with some dumb fake-exasperated face Shidou’s likely making.
The car ride goes by quickly, either due to the way time never computes properly in Sae’s mind when he’s drunk or because they’re close to his apartment. He thinks vaguely about the fact that he hasn’t even given Shidou his phone number yet but he’s currently lying in his lap in a random car, trusting him to bring Sae home safely.
It’s quite unlike him to not think through these things fully, but it’s also not like him to get blackout drunk at some lukewarm party he only went to for Rin, and here he is. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts, while Shidou is kind and comfy, and while the same hasn’t hit him yet.
He doesn’t know when he drifts off, but Sae wakes up being tucked into his bed, shoes, shirt, and pants off, with Shidou bending over him. The blonde’s trying to force-feed (force-drink?) him water, despite his obvious unawake state. Sae bolts up, causing stars to dance in his vision—reminding himself that he is in fact still very drunk.
The discomfort of loud noise and too much movement from the party is gone, though, which he can appreciate now that he’s snug at home. However, he’s now very distracted, by the water dribbling down his chin and the surprised face of Shidou as he registers that Sae’s awake.
“Oh, he’s alive! How’re you doing, pretty boy?” Shidou chirps, his slight shock fading back into the usual mischievous grin.
Pretty boy. Everything feels different tonight, because Shidou calls him that all the time but right now it just—it’s just different.
Sae’s never been “pretty.” He’s been good at soccer, bad at grades. Good with Rin, bad with Rin. There are no kind adjectives, no offers of support, no genuine compliments that are meant for anything other than getting in his wallet or in his pants.
Shidou is…not fake, somehow. Even with his fakely-colored hair, his tan that looks too deep to be natural, those bright pink eyes that shine with extraordinary luster—it’s real because it reflects who Shidou really is. Something that Sae has never been comfortable with, so instead he resorts to gelling back his bangs that disrupt his soccer, accepting the fact that school’s just not for him, tries to help Rin even though it hurts them both.
How he wishes he could be so free.
“Hellooo?” There’s a soft tap on his cheek and his eyes focus, finding Shidou’s eyes too easily due to their too-close proximity.
Sae can see every lash, every freckle, every hint of life that flickers within Shidou’s face. He’s so bright and lively, where Sae is cold and closed-off. He just wants some of that joy, that carefreeness that seems like such a dream.
And that carefreeness is right there, right in front of him, looking down at him with slight concern. Oh, wow, Sae’s never noticed how pink and soft Shidou’s lips are. They’ve never looked as inviting as they do right now, and honestly it seems like a great idea to just touch them, to lean in and claim them with his own—
“Woah, woah, woah, are you trying to do what I think you’re trying to do right now?”
Sae pauses.
“That’s not happening, lashes. Don’t get me wrong, you’re a hot piece of ass, but you are also about three times over the average blood alcohol content and way too out of it for anything.”
Of course. Shidou doesn’t want him. He should’ve known.
He leans back down, head smacking the pillow with the directional change and addition of force. It just makes his skull ache more, causing him to curl up in a ball. Shidou’s still right there, but he probably just wants to leave now that Sae’s made it this awkward. And his head is hurting, so maybe he could just go to sleep.
“Hey, Sae, you know I mean it, right? I know I joke around and stuff, but I really do like you. It’s just that you’re drunk out of your mind right now and both of us would feel bad in the morning if I let anything happen,”
Shidou’s voice is softer now, less teasing and more sincere.
He uncurls just a little bit.
“C’mon, lashes. I didn’t mean it badly.”
Sae lifts his head from the pillow, allowing his body to stretch back out in small increments. He opens his eyes into slits, peering at Shidou before he says or does anything. This is still uncharted territory and any emotional damage right now will be magnified by the effects of alcohol on his sleepy brain.
Pink eyes, gentle and inviting, are once again too close to his face, but now the vibe’s different. Or maybe he just misread it earlier, but now it’s vulnerable, and Sae feels naked without his ability to mask his expressions and pretend he’s fine.
(Whether it’s because of the drinking or just Shidou, Sae doesn’t know.)
“Can you talk to me?”
He whines in response, not wanting to risk his pride for a taste of comfort. Even if Shidou’s kind words and warm voice feel enveloping, tempting Sae to just let go and explode. He doesn’t even know how; whether he feels like crying, or grabbing onto him, or just telling him to leave, Sae feels trapped and confused.
Instead of panicking, he tries his best to remain calm. After all, that is what Sae is best at.
“I’m sorry.” Sae says, his voice barely audible even within the silent room.
Shidou’s eyes soften impossibly more. Sae’s never seen him look so gentle before, not when he’s typically full of fight and energy. It melts his heart, and those warm, soft feelings are doubled because of the state of his mind.
“What do you have to be sorry for?” Shidou whispers, and send Sae to hell because he still cannot tear his eyes away from those lips. That’s what he’s sorry for.
But he can’t bring himself to say it, so he just shuts his eyes, and prepares himself for the worst before he says something he’s probably going to regret.
“Can you just stay here tonight?”
He cracks his eyes back open to see Shidou watching him, breath caught and eyes wide.
“I promise I won’ do anything, I’m not even that drunk anymore.” It’s a lie, and he’s sure Shidou can tell.
Shidou hesitates, almost imperceptible but still there.
“I mean…Sae, are you going to regret this tomorrow? Because even if you’re drunk, this is no take-backs for me. That’s just how I am.”
And wow, Sae does not focus on a single word Shidou’s just said other than his name, because that’s got to be the first time he’s heard it from that mouth. It’s sweet, and sticky like honey, and warmth washes over him, comforting and inviting sleep.
(And oh, can he feel that maybe he won’t regret this come morning.)
“Yeah, okay.”
“Yeah, okay, what? Is that confirmation or a rejection?”
Sae pauses, takes a deep breath. This is uncharted territory.
“Jus’... c’mere, demon.”
That tan body descends over him, and in a flash there’s a weight on the other side of his bed, right behind where his body is curled under thick sheets. Warm, heavy arms slide around his torso, wrapping him into an embrace and holding him oh, so gently.
He can feel hot breath hit his shoulder as Shidou’s chin rests by his face, smelling of mint and some sweet alcohol. A leg swings over his body and pulls him even closer until it’s just Sae and Shidou, intertwined as one.
There’s skin-to-skin contact in so many places that his brain goes into overdrive, and it’s so nice he just wants to kiss him but he promised that he wouldn’t try anything. And he won’t—not if it’ll take away the cozy, snug body that’s pressed against his.
Has he ever been touched with the only intention being kindness, by anyone other than Rin? Has Sae really never experienced anything so pleasant that this feels life-changing? Shidou, someone he’s been ignoring for months now, is the one who brought him this warmth; how odd.
Eyelids already drooping shut, Sae hears a faint whisper come from Shidou, air hitting his ear as the blonde exhales. His eyes are so heavy, darkness in his mind making it hard to focus on swirling thoughts. It’s is right there, and he just needs to reach out and touch it for it to claim him.
“Don’t regret this, ‘kay? Good night, pretty boy.”
Sae’s asleep in minutes.