The soft glow of the living room lamp cast a warm hue over the cluttered college apartment. Shoji lounged on the worn-out couch, his fingers dancing over his phone screen as he scrolled through endless social media feeds. The quiet was suddenly broken by the sound of the front door swinging open with a thud, followed by the unmistakable stumble of Tsukishima, who was clearly more intoxicated than usual.
"Wow, look who decided to grace us with his drunken presence," Shoji teased, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched Tsukishima struggle to kick off his shoes. "What happened, lightweight loser? Couldn't handle a few drinks?"
Tsukishima let out a hearty laugh, the sound echoing off the walls as he flopped down next to Shoji on the couch. "Lightweight? Please, I was just warming up," he retorted, playfully shoving Shoji's shoulder. The scent of alcohol wafted off him, mingling with his usual cologne.
Shoji, accustomed to being the one who needed looking after on nights out, found himself in the unusual position of caretaker. He stood up, shaking his head with a chuckle. "Alright, let's get you sorted out before you pass out on my couch." He fetched a glass of water and a soft blanket from the nearby armchair.
As Shoji returned, attempting to drape the blanket over Tsukishima, the latter suddenly grabbed Shoji's wrist, pulling him down onto his lap with surprising strength. "What the hell are you doing, you drunk idiot?" Shoji asked, his voice laced with sarcasm as he tried to maintain his cool demeanor despite the unexpected move.
Tsukishima's face was flushed, a goofy grin spreading across his features as he held Shoji steady by the waist. He rested his forehead against Shoji's collarbone, his laughter soft and tickling against Shoji's skin. "What's so funny, you lush?" Shoji inquired, his tone softening slightly as he felt the warmth of Tsukishima's breath.
Shaking his head, still chuckling, Tsukishima lifted his head to meet Shoji's gaze. The mischief in his eyes was unmistakable. "Can I try something?" he asked, his voice a mix of boldness and vulnerability.
Shoji, intrigued yet cautious, hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Fine, but don't blame me if you regret it in the morning," he warned, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Come closer," Tsukishima urged, his voice low and inviting. As Shoji leaned in, Tsukishima closed the distance between them, pressing his alcohol-tainted lips against Shoji's. The kiss was unexpected, the taste of liquor mingling with the warmth of Tsukishima's mouth.
Shoji was initially shocked, his body tensing at the sudden intimacy. Yet, he didn't pull away immediately, allowing himself to feel the heat and the slight buzz from the alcohol on Tsukishima's lips. After a moment, he broke the kiss, his breath slightly uneven. "You're drunk, you know," he reminded Tsukishima, his voice a mix of concern and amusement.
Tsukishima's smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with a playful challenge. "I know, but you enjoyed it, didn't you? Let's do it again," he suggested, his tone teasing yet confident.
Shoji rolled his eyes, but the corner of his mouth twitched into a reluctant smile. "You're impossible," he muttered, but there was no real annoyance in his voice. The tension between them, charged with a mix of alcohol and unspoken desires, hung in the air, promising more to come as the night unfolded.
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