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Nagisa knew for a fact that when he left the house the lights were off which meant one of three things now that they were on: Either Nagisa’s parents returned home early, a burglar broke in or White Mask had broken in again with his copy of Nagisa’s house key.
The door opened with a click and Nagisa had his answer fairly quickly, it was White Mask, White Mask who was lying on the couch looking completely out of it. There were two bottles of alcohol strewed near, one was empty and the other only around half so, and with that red face White Mask was definitely feeling the effects.
“Hey Wonder, are you okay?”
The speed of which White Mask snapped upward upon hearing Nagisa’s voice was enough for Nagisa to feel nauseous in White Mask’s place.
“Nacchan!” White Mask stumbled over his own feet getting off the couch and heading to Nagisa, it was by far the least graceful he had ever seen from White Mask. “Welcome home.”
“Mhm, what are you doing here?”
“I was bored.” White Mask whined, “And I missed you, don’t leave me!”
With speed unbefitting of a tipsy, let alone drunk person, White Mask wrapped his arms around Nagisa. Awkwardly Nagisa patted his head, he had no idea what was going on in White Mask’s head. Just the idea that he drank was slightly offputting, legally they couldn’t drink so where the drinks came from was a mystery. But even if the alcohol was legally obtained, Nagisa hated the taste of alcohol as well as its effects.
“I won’t?”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
White Mask brightened considerably, “Love you!”
Nagisa did his best not to flinch at the declaration, he would like to think he did a pretty good job. To throw out such a phrase so easily… the things being drunk did to a person.
“Alright well that’s enough wine for you.” Nagisa stated, wiggling himself out of White Mask’s grip and walking over to the bottles to throw them away. He didn’t recognise them as any brand his parents drank, so at least he wouldn’t have to explain this to them when they came back.
White Mask pouted, crossing his arms and looking at Nagisa expectingly.
Whatever it was that White Mask wanted, Nagisa had yet to give as he put the booze away for another day.
“Nacchan, come back!” White Mask draped himself over the couch, his pout wobbling slightly though Nagisa really couldn’t tell if it was just for show or not.
“Why don’t you come to me instead.” Nagisa replied, he fully intended to get White Mask into bed, however dragging him there was not something he wanted to do.
White Mask lifted himself just enough to look at Nagisa properly, he had an odd sort of puppy-like look. Slowly, White Mask lifted himself up and captured Nagisa in a hug. Maybe dragging him upstairs won’t be as much a hassle as he thought.
“Can I have a kiss?”
“Wonder, you’re drunk.”
Maybe it would be a hassle actually. Nagisa had jinxed himself. He was especially certain of it when a frustrated expression adorned White Mask’s face. “But I want you to, I love you.”
“You’re still–”
“Say it back!” White Mask snapped. Nagisa couldn’t help but flinch a little, which did not go unnoticed. “You’re still scared of me?”
If Nagisa didn’t know any better, he might have thought that White Mask sounded a little… hurt.
“You stabbed me.” Nagisa pointed out, “Twice.”
“Yeah but you promised!” White Mask’s nails dug into Nagisa’s jacket. “You said you wouldn’t go into Mementos alone again, I don’t have to stab you if you don’t go alone.”
Nagisa sighed and patted White Mask’s head, there was likely no reasoning with him in this state. Speaking pure nonsense and smelling distinctly like alcohol. Honestly Nagisa was tempted to throw White Mask into a bath until the smell disappeared but the possibility of getting dragged in was unusually high.
Still… It was tempting.
“Just come upstairs with me.”
If Nagisa was allowed to be an utter lunatic for a second, then he would say that White Mask’s face, despite the constant flush, got even redder at the prospect.
“Okay…!”
White Mask did not let go but Nagisa was expecting that, no matter how upset about it his nose may be.
So they went upstairs and Nagisa hesitated when passing the bathroom. “Do you want to take a shower?”
White Mask’s eyes flickered between the bathroom door and Nagisa, clearly considering something. “Okay.”
Yet White Mask did not move.
Nor did Nagisa.
It was a strange sort of stalemate but a stalemate nonetheless, one that Nagisa had no patience for. He pulled the door open and shoved White Mask inside, he was also going to close the door but White Mask had just enough wits about him to prevent that.
“Stop trying to leave me! You promised!”
“I’m not leaving you, I’m giving you privacy.”
“We look the same.” White Mask bit out, “Anything I have is something you’ve already seen. What if I trip and fall and die because you weren’t there.”
Nagisa sighed, this was not an argument he was going to win. So he gave in and hoped that it wouldn’t give White Mask any ideas in the future.
And now they were both in the bathroom, Nagisa was very pointedly not staring while White Mask had no problem immediately stripping and entering the bathtub.
A few moments passed, then Nagisa had the realisation that… he couldn’t hear any water. With great reluctance he looked over, White Mask was just sitting there, not doing anything.
“What are you doing?”
“Waiting.”
“For…?”
“You?” White Mask looked at him like he was stupid, Nagisa was starting to think he was.
“And what am I supposed to be doing?”
“Take a bath with me.”
The urge to slap him was something Nagisa admired himself for resisting. “I’m not the one who decided to go day drinking, I don’t need a bath.”
White Mask scowled, “Then you can help me.”
Nagisa sent a disbelieving expression. “What are you, a dog?”
“Woof!”
Nagisa walked over to the bath, grabbed the removable shower head that Nagisa often used rather than waiting for the tub, and turned it on. Spraying White Mask with the cold water that came out of it.
White Mask flinched and sputtered, adopting a pout when Nagisa turned it off. “Nacchan! You’re so mean to me.”
Nagisa sprayed him with water again. Still, he could see where this was going and turned the hot water and bath faucet on. He shouldn’t be indulging White Mask like this but he was honestly so pathetic right now, and never let it be said that Nagisa is not a weak man.
White Mask was already wet from the hose… shower down? That Nagisa had given him so he grabbed the soap and sponge and got started. He had never actually given another person a bath before and while it would be safe to assume that he and White Mask had similar habits regarding self care but the fact he was drunk at all right now kind of disproved that.
Despite the petty frustration growing in Nagisa’s lungs, he did his best to be gentle while scrubbing. White Mask didn’t complain, he wasn’t saying much of anything really, and it only took a glance to figure out why.
With his head down and closed eyes it was as clear as day that Nagisa was either asleep or about to be.
Well there was a simple fix for that.
Nagisa splashed him with water.
White Mask practically jumped out of his own skin and gave a sleepy glare. It was kind of cute actually, certainly not intimidating. White Mask, without hesitation, splashed water at Nagisa. His shirt and hoodie now covered in water droplets.
In response, Nagisa quickly dumped White Mask’s head in the water. “Stay awake, I’m not helping you if you drown.”
White Mask huffed, “Meanie.”
Bathing White Mask was largely uneventful after that, he was just barely clinging to consciousness with how long and slow he blinked. But he was trying and that was all Nagisa could ask for really.
He turned the faucet off and started draining the tub, grabbing a clean towel from the cupboard because Nagisa did not want to share his own. It didn’t take much prompting to get White Mask out of the tub and he stood still enough that drying him was easy.
However, White Mask very nearly collapsed when trying to take a few steps forward. Nagisa should have expected it, White Mask was already swaying dangerously when being dried.
It really only left one option.
Nagisa had to carry him.
Which led to the discovery that Nagisa had probably gotten stronger, it wasn’t too hard to carry him and it wasn’t because he was light either, Nagisa could see the muscle that White Mask often kept hidden with his hoodie and Metaverse outfits.
White Mask was dumped unceremoniously on the bed before Nagisa went over to his closet to fetch some pajamas for him. Hopefully he didn’t mind wearing something pink, and if he did? Well then he shouldn’t have gotten drunk in Nagisa’s home.
Thankfully White Mask was barely conscious enough that he could get changed without assistance though there was a lot of fumbling, it left Nagisa free enough to fetch his own pair of pajamas, black and white. Nagisa pointedly chose to ignore the fact that they were matching.
“Sleepy time Wonder,” Nagisa turned off the light and prepared to exit.
But a soft “Wait.” Made him pause.
“Please don’t leave me alone.”
It was pathetic, it was cheap and Nagisa really shouldn’t listen. White Mask was always trying to drive him away and hurting him, but then suddenly White Mask gets drunk and suddenly is all affectionate and needy, throwing out declarations of love and begging Nagisa to stay.
But Nagisa was still an incredibly weak man.
He hoped it wasn't a weakness for White Mask specifically, Nagisa doubted that would go well.
Well that didn’t really matter either way, Nagisa still found himself helpless to do anything but comply. White Mask made grabby hands until he could grab Nagisa’s shirt in his hands and made a valiant effort to drag Nagisa into the bed, an effort that only worked because Nagisa allowed it to.
White Mask easily found his place within Nagisa’s arms, as if he had claimed it as his since the last and only other time this had happened. White Mask fell asleep easily, Nagisa was starting to wonder if White Mask was simply one of those people that could sleep anywhere anytime.
Nagisa took a breath, allowing himself to play with White Mask’s hair, feeling it fall from his fingers and sometimes giving a quick pat or scratch that sometimes made White Mask sigh in content and attempt to shuffle closer.
Maybe part of White Mask had meant it when he claimed he loved Nagisa.
Before Wonder even opened his eyes he noted a few things: He was in his bed, the one in his house and not the Velvet Room. He was alone in the bed. And more importantly, his head hurt like a bitch.
Wonder honestly didn’t remember much of the evening before, he remembered bringing the alcohol here, he roughly remembered Nagisa coming home but everything after that…? He definitely didn’t remember getting changed or entering the bed. If Nagisa had slept on the couch then Wonder felt kind of bad for hogging the bed, if Nagisa slept in the bed with him then Wonder felt kind of bad for probably forcing Nagisa to do so.
Guilt all around.
What a new concept.
With far more effort than was worth it, Wonder opened his eyes. The lights were off and the blinds were closed, which was good as if they weren’t Wonder’s head may have exploded.
He was curious about the time, just how long he had to recuperate before he had to leave and get back to the Velvet Room to be judged by Merope.
But before he could convince himself to get out of the warm and soft bed to check, Wonder spotted something at the bedside.
Rice, water, some pills and a note
I know that sometimes people get hangovers after drinking so I got some painkillers for you to have after eating. By the time you awake I’ll probably be in school but feel free to stay until I get back.
- Nagisa
Maybe Wonder would stay until Nagisa got back.
Since he was offering.