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You were laying on the bed you shared with your boyfriend, Reigen. You two had established your relationship a few months ago but you still had the occasional sleepovers or spicer things. Reigen usually came home later than you, around 5:00PM. So, waiting, you counted the minutes until he was home. It hit 5:15… then 5:30… then 6:00…
what’s taking him so long? He should be home by now, right? You check your phone. Not a single text message. Alright, might as well text him to see if he’s just doing a longer job.
Even after minutes he didn’t answer. You were getting worried. Was he okay? Did he get kidnapped? Hurt? Is he at the police station? The last one is definitely the most probable answer, but you were still worried. You tried to push away those thoughts with the fact Mob would probably keep him alright.
7:00PM. That’s what the clock said on his nightstand said and that’s the time he arrived home with a click at the door. Finally. Your head peers up to finally see Reigen, opening the door and walking in slightly before shutting it with a ‘thud.’ His head was looking down, and he had a slight sway to his body.
You assumed the poor man was just heavily tired so you walked over to him and he stopped in his tracks.
“Arataka,”
you had a slightly pause before continuing,
“are you okay? Rough day? Tired? You had a long shift.”
He shifts his head up a bit and you realize why he came home so late and why he’s acting like… this. Distorted eyes, flushed face, and a wobbly yet goofy smile was placed on his face. He slurred loudly and uncontrollably, smelling like liquor.
“I jus’… I jus’ went to the bar y’know?”
He swirled his body into the apartment, not even bothering to take his shoes off. He began to ramble like he always did about the same stuff.
You followed over to him in a hurry, “What?! For what cause?”
You put your hands on his shoulders and shook him slightly. He turned to face you while almost tripping on his feet. He looked so drunk. How many drinks did he get? 2 is probably it for this.
“Jus’ wanted to…”
“That’s not a good answer. Go to your bed and I’ll take care of you.”
He whines slightly and continued to talk as you usher him to his bed. Reigen took uncoordinated movements as you pushed him.
“C’mon. Lay down and shushie, Arataka.”
He flops down on the bed, snuggling and curling his body above the covers. He incoherently mumbled about ‘wanting to talk more’ or ‘go on a walk.’ You didn’t listen.
“You didn’t even take your shoes off,” you sigh, putting your hands on your hips as he groans slightly. He was just now suddenly feeling fatigue and didn’t feel like it.
You busy yourself with the rest of the uncomfortable clothes on his body. The belt, his shoes, his blazer, his undershirt… and swapped them for his usual, rather ugly, pajamas. Then, you finally tucked him in, his body lying limp on the bed and clutching the covers like it was a plushie. He mumbled the most smallest ‘thank you.’
Now it was time to make the most HORRIBLE decision of your life! Stay like the original plan or leave. You’d hate to admit it, but you didn’t want to deal with the whines of your drunken boyfriend asking for some stupid shit. Or even asking you to pull the covers over him more, so you decided to leave. You grabbed and readied a few glasses of water, some ibuprofen for his terrible morning, and finally took your leave.
“All good, Arataka?”
“Mhm…” he nods softly, his eyes shut. The tiny mumble gave you all that you needed to know that he was already falling asleep. You were glad you didn’t have to lull him to sleep.
“M’kay. Well I’m gonna get going but you text me when needed-“
His arm quickly shot to your wrist, surprisingly, and he looked at you with the most cutest… most ADORABLE!!!!… puppy face. Well that’s an exaggeration he looked more like a pathetic rat but whatever.
“Stay… c’mon please?” He patted the spot next to him with vigor. Your second plan shattered right then and there. Now for the third.
Oh well alright.
“Oh well alright…” you said, mirroring your thoughts.
You step into the bed beside him, continuing to obviously smell the intoxication. He lays an arm messily over your waist before pulling you into his chest. You could feel his body seeping warmth from those pajamas so you couldn’t help but cuddle closer. He shoved his face into your locks of hair while tiredly dragging his leg over you. Reigen was like a cuddly teddy bear that reeked of sweat and alcohol… that he probably only took 2 sips of.
You bring your hand to the back of his neck, toying with the small hairs there. He let out a small noise of contentment as he held you tighter. You two only had gotten drunk 2 or 3 times before and this was the first time you cuddled him while he was intoxicated. Honestly… he’s a clingy little fox like this. Holding onto you tightly and begging for you to stay. That would be cute. Imagine he was cursed by a fox spirit and he had cute fluffy ears and a wagging tail-
SNOREEEEE
Your eyes shot open without realizing you had them closed. You were ABOUT to fall asleep and yet you also forgot-
SNOREEEEE
What you meant to say was you also forgot he snored pretty loud sometimes. Now you know you won’t be able to sleep like this. You’re also still convinced he would be cute cursed by a fox. Now you knew you should’ve just left and went back to him in the morning. Oh well, you guess you just have to thug out the annoyingly noisy snore that rumbles out his throat. Now you knew he was asleep.