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Here he was. Sitting in the local bar, drinking all his worries away. Again.
Moments ago, you were still at the Matsuno Household. You were friends with the sextuplets for a rather long time. So you thought, why not visit them? But deep down you knew, that those surprise visits only had one real purpose.
To see him. Matsuno Osomatsu.
It took you a long time to realize that you had feelings for him. And not just some feelings. By now, you had finally admitted to yourself that you fell in love with this adorable red hooded asshole. So seeing him like this hurt you even more.
--at the Matsuno Household--
You entered their living room and five colorful boys were either sitting or lying around, doing nothing, like always. But where was the eldest?
"Hey, you damn NEETs. Where is Osomatsu?", you asked, leaning against the door frame, arms crossed. Everyone continued doing whatever they did at the moment. Only Choromatsu, the third son, raised his arm and waved quickly at you.
"Hey (Y/n). He didn't feel too good, so he said he was going outside but until now, he hasn't returned. To be honest, I'm starting to get a bit worried but I'm sure he's fine. He's a grown man after all." He spoke, then turned to focus on his Manga. What a weeaboo. You sighed loudly.
"I'm not quite sure but I think I have an idea where he could be." Without another glance, you walked outside of the house into the night.
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After some minutes, you finally arrived at the bar that was the most visited by the six NEETs. And you were right. Right there in the corner was Osomatsu. His black hair covering his completely red face from drinking so much.
"Oh man *hic*. That was my last beer. *hic*", he slurred, sniffing disappointed of being broke already. You rolled your eyes. Depressed or not, he never stops being a dork.
A cute dork...
You walked over to him, sitting down in front of him, though he seemed to not have noticed you. Only after you cleared your throat. He looked up at you with big eyes.
"(Y/n)? W-what are you *hic* doing here?", he asked, clearly surprised. You stared at him.
"I could ask you the same, you know."
"...(Y/n)?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you have some money left...?"
"Ok, that's it. You're coming with me!", you growled, grabbing his arm and pulled him outside. You needed to hold him tight so he couldn't fall down. And generally, right now you needed to be there for him. When you were sure he could stand on his own, you let go only to immediately fall back into his arms, embracing him tightly.
"Osomatsu, tell me. What's bothering you? I feel that something is wrong. Tell me, I want to help you!", you suddenly yelled. You were just too worried about him.
You felt how his hands grabbed your shirt tightly, like he is holding on for dear life. Some tears started to slip down his cheeks and he managed to say in-between slight sobs and hiccups from the drinking:
"(Y/nnnnnnn), I have *hic* the feeeeeling... That my brothers don't love meeeeeee!!"
It was hard to understand him but you could make it out anyway. You shook your head drastically.
"No, that's not true. They love you. They love you even if they don't show it!"
"How would you knowwwww thaaaaaaaat..?"
"Because before I came here to you, I was at your house. They were all quiet and clearly concerned that you still weren't back, idiot!" His sobs stopped.
"Is... Is that true..?" You punched him playfully in the chest.
"Of course it is true! And do you know why I came here? Because I care about you, too. Because I love-", you instantly had put your hand to your mouth to hold you back from saying what you were just going to say.
You had just almost confessed your love to him on accident!
"Lets... Lets go home already, Osomatsu.", you loosened the hug and started to head in the other direction until a hand pulled you back roughly and you were caught in something soft. Then reality hit you like a brick. He was kissing you. And not NOT passionate. Your face went completely red. Redder than red. When after a while oxygen ran out, you two broke the kiss. His breath smelled like alcohol but being honest, at that moment, you didn't give a single damn. When you looked at him, his red cheeks were a mixture of alcohol and embarrassment. Like, who just goes and kisses their crush out of nowhere. Well, definitely not someone who's sober. He looked down.
"I... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that out of the blue... But, I wanted to thank you and tell you that... that I..."
"I love you, too.", you interrupted him and smiled. Now you weren't afraid of confessing anymore. He smiled brightly at you, bringing you into another hug.
"I love you, (Y/n)..."
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"*hic*"
"I'm gonna beat your sorry ass up in the morning for getting drunk and spending all your money."