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The male stood outside of her doorstep, a lollipop in his mouth per usual.

He knocked on her door instead of ringing the doorbell, him too preoccupied to do so. He looked at the surroundings, internally muttering stuff as he watched the rain pour in heavily.

It was almost ten in the evening when (Y/N) called him, saying she wanted him over her place. He was about to say no when Takeomi told him to check up on her as he didn't see her in the meeting earlier.

They hadn't seen her these past few days either.

So, here he is, knocking on her door while the rain falls down even harder. It doesn't even look like its stopping any moment now.

He heard shuffling inside as he took a step back. He surely didn't want to get hit right now, or whatever shit she's about to do.

"Ah~ Waka-chan my love, you're here~!!!!"

'What the fuc—'

She slurred as she threw herself on him, him immediately smelling the strong scent of alcohol. Though his mind raced at her words, he pushed her away from him gently cause he was soaked from the rain.

"Where the fuck were you, (Y/N)?" he asked, trying hard not to let his gaze wonder at her slightly exposed cleavage.

'She's not wearing a freaking bra!'

Her white shirt and the fact that it got soaked from her contact with him only made it more visible.

"Oh so you wanna fuck?" she slurred again, her half-lidded eyes mixed with her drunken smirk.

He looked away as he lightly bit on the lollipop, his patience wearing away.

First she calls him at night, next Takeomi told him to check up on her, then she took too long to open the damn door and now she's drunk?

"Stop talking like you're not a virgin anymore, idiot. Go inside and change that shirt of yours." he commanded, pushing her inside her house.

He also let himself in since he can't just leave her alone by herself now.

"Whatever do you mean, my love?" she asked, sitting on her couch while watching him.

He just internally sighed.

"Oh my, you're soaking wet, Waka-chan. Did you walk all the way here?" she giggled.

Surprisingly, he still has his patience intact.

"No. It's just your dumbass took too long to open the door." he answered. "Were you drinking here?"

He noticed a few bottles laying around, as well as some bag of chips discarded on the floor.

"Me? Drinking? No, silly~" she giggled again and he'd be lying if he said that he wanted her to stop.

To stop being so seductive.

He only has his shirt on as a top, him leaving his Brahman uniform propped up in a chair.

He began to take the bottles one by one and brought them to the kitchen as he saw her dozing off in her couch, his lazy gaze trailing down to her legs that were very much exposed because of her sleeping position.

He didn't let his mind wander far as he began picking up the rest of the mess she made, sighing everytime he picks up one. He finally finished cleaning up, now sitting on the side of the couch as he texted Takeomi about what happened.

He was about to when (Y/N) suddenly pounced on him, the (h/c)-ette now between his legs as she looked up at him with amusement.

"(Y/N), g-get off me now..." he stammered.

He got flustered as his cheeks tinted light pink, her hands making their way to his face. He didn't normally feel like this when other girls do such thing but it's different when it comes to her.

"Is this apple flavored, my love?" she whispered, half teasing him.

He tried his best not to move while hoping she does the same but much to his dismay, she moved even more so that she was now facing his chest.

He didn't think about arousing thoughts at that time, her body pressed ever so close to his.

Heck, he never even felt so embarrassed before.

"Hmm... Let me see." she reached up with a hand and used one of her fingers to poke the stick of the lollipop, him only gulping as he bit the other end of the stick.

"I can smell apples..." she giggled again, this time much more seductive than the last.

For him at least.

"I wonder... If your lips taste like apples right now... Can I? I promise I won't bite~"

Her flushed face made her point as he tried to think about what to do. True, he wanted to kiss her but not like this. She was obviously drunk—

Wait, what the hell is he thinking about?

"Shut up, (Y/N)." he mumbled, his hot breath fanning her face as she groaned in delight of what she had proven.

"It's apple flavored..! Hmm~ so you went here with an apple flavored lollipop in your mouth huh? Don't you think that's a bit suspicious?" she asked, obviously not knowing about what the hell she's talking about.

"What are you talking about? Get off me, (Y/N)..."

He could feel his self-control slowly running out as he tried hard to focus on getting her off of him.

She giggled again as she rubbed herself even more on him, him huffing while keeping his eyes on her face, giving her an annoyed look.

"Life is hard, don't you think, Waka-chan?" she asked.

He was about to say something when she held his hand, kissing the back of his palm as if he's some lady she just met.

"You're my life, Waka-chan..."

He looked away to hide the embarrassment in his face, as well as the fact that he's noticeably blushing. She giggled again as he felt her shift for a moment before finally getting herself off of him, making him sigh in relief.

She leaned on the other end of the couch and just stared at him, picking up a bottle of beer and offering it to him.

His phone rang as he regained his composure, not minding her gaze as he picked up the call. It's Takeomi, probably to check up on him and (Y/N) again.

He answered it as he immediately got greeted by Takeomi's voice.

"Waka, is she alright?" Takeomi asked on the other line, not even saying good evening.

Well, it's Takeomi after all.

"Yeah. She's drunk but nothing that I can't handle..."

"Oh— Wait, what?! DRUNK?!"

He could hear a lot of shuffling on the other side, as well as Senju's voice.

"Waka-chan, let's have a toast for the densest man I know!" (Y/N) proclaimed right beside him, raising a bottle of beer up her head.

'Shit...'

"How is she drunk—"

"Uh I have to go and I'll call you later."

The male placed his phone on her living room table, about to go and grab the beer bottle away from her hands.

She just dodged him while giggling, taking a gulp of the alcoholic drink while watching with amusement at how hard he's trying to grab the bottle away from her clutches.

"(Y/N), give me that." he murmured, watching as she began emptying the contents of the bottle.

"No, you dense ass bitch! You're so fucking pretty and you have the audacity to be a dude? And get yourself your own beer you lanky lollipop lover!"

The dual-colored haired male just sighed at her accusations while still tying to get the beer off of her hands, him almost falling on her for a few times.

And the fact that she's enjoying herself made him want to just drag her to bed so she could sleep already.

"Oh and get this, cheese-and-purple-yam haired dude, I've been simping for your scrawny ass since the day I saw Takeomi— Wait..." she began yelling stuff which he doesn't give a care about as he didn't mind her rambling.

'She's just drunk. That's it. She's not actually simping for you, she's just drunk.'

"(Y/N), get back here..." he commanded once she ran to the kitchen, him actually enjoying spending such time with her.

Although he thought that it must be the effect of him being tired.

"No, you handsome fuck! Wait for me to finish my damn speech will 'ya!" and with that, she took another gulp of the drink, him sweatdropping at her statement.

He sighed as he pulled himself a chair to sit in, her looking at him with such a skeptical look. She stood in the corner for a while before pulling herself a chair as well, sitting on it while having her hands folded in front of her, making her look like she's about to say something so serious.

"Okay. After that you'll go to sleep, okay?" he asked in which she nodded her head to.

She had such a serious look which made him wonder if she's really drunk.

"Sure. Okay, so where was I..?"

He sighed as he watched her with interest, him wanting to grab that bottle of beer away from her.

"Oh right. I was just telling you on how the hell I was simping for your dense ass. Like I never thought about that but here I am, in front of you and telling you about shit you don't even give a damn to..." she took another gulp as she watched his reaction.

He only looked at her without any reaction at all but in the inside, he's feeling weird.

"Haha bro, I even talked to Senju about it and she says I like you? Or was it I love you? Either way, it's weird, am I right?" she started to chuckle as she gazed at him with an unreadable expression.

He remained silent as he just thought that the alcohol is probably the one messing her up.

"Yeah. It is." she murmured.

"Listen (Y/N) I—"

"You what? Let me guess, you'll tell me to shut the fuck up cause I'm drunk?" she mockingly asked, placing the beer in front of them. "Jokes on you, I'm sober as hell right now, you handsome bitch."

He shaked his head as he slowly stood up and went beside her, grabbing her hand and pulling her gently.

He secretly felt glad at hearing such confession from her, although he'd never admit it out loud. The way she slurred with every line made it obvious for him to know that she's actually drunk.

Is she?

He heard her yawn behind him as she clumsily hit  the wall, cursing are profanities in the process.

"Sorry about that, milady." he mumbled, looking at her.

She didn't seem to hear him as she just kept yawning.

He sighed yet again as he carried her bridal style, deciding it's time to just get her to bed. He felt her flinch in the process but she didn't react, her sleepy eyes struggling to keep awake.

"Put me down, Waka-chan. I can walk properly..." she trailed off, pushing against him.

"Not after tonight you won't." he mindlessly mumbled.

"What?"

"What."

He looked away as he felt her calm down, opening the door to her bedroom, him setting her gently on her bed as he sat beside her, secretly adoring her.

He was about to leave when he felt her hand on his wrist, pulling on him.

"Tell Takeomi I'm sorry for skipping gang stuff these past few days." she whispered.

"I will."

"And tell him it's your fault too. If you hadn't been such a fine ass man then this wouldn't have happened. I really am unable to since you know, you're always there and I can't focus when you're near. Now, get out."

He just smirked at her words, leaving her room while getting a small piece of paper and a pen.

...

(Y/N) woke up that morning with a headache, the (h/c)-ette immediately going to her bathroom.

She got herself ready to meet up with the gang that morning, the thoughts of what happened last night blurred out from her thoughts.

All she knew as that Wakasa went there and that was it.

As she was getting ready to leave her house, she noticed a small slip of paper buried between some apple-flavored lollipops on top of her kitchen counter. The pen was placed a bit further away.

She picked up the paper neatly while unwrapping a lollipop, popping it inside her mouth as she scanned the words written on the paper.

Her cheeks flushed the longer she read it as she folded it neatly and put it away on her pocket, deciding on talking to Senju about it again.

The letter read:

ᧁꪮꪮᦔ ꪑꪮ𝘳ꪀ𝓲ꪀᧁ, ꪑ𝓲ꪶꪖᦔꪗ. ꪶꫀ𝓽'𝘴 ꫝꪖꪀᧁ ꪮꪊ𝓽  ꪶꪖ𝓽ꫀ𝘳 𝓽ꪮᧁꫀ𝓽ꫝꫀ𝘳,  𝓳ꪊ𝘴𝓽  𝓽ꫝꫀ 𝓽᭙ꪮ ꪮᠻ ꪊ𝘴. 𝓲  ꪶꫀᠻ𝓽 ꪗꪮꪊ 𝘴ꪮꪑꫀ ꪶꪮꪶꪶ𝓲ρꪮρ𝘴, 𝓲  𝘬ꪀꪮ᭙ ꪗꪮꪊ ꪶ𝓲𝘬ꫀ 𝓽ꫝꫀꪑ. 𝓽ꫝ𝓲𝘴 𝓲𝘴 ᧁꪮꪀꪀꪖ 𝘴ꪮꪊꪀᦔ 𝘴ꪖρρꪗ ᥇ꪊ𝓽 —

"𝓲 ᭙ꪖꪀ𝓽 ꪗꪮꪊ ᠻꪮ𝘳ꫀꪜꫀ𝘳 ꫀꪜꫀꪀ ᭙ꫝꫀꪀ ᭙ꫀ'𝘳ꫀ ꪀꪮ𝓽 𝓽ꪮᧁꫀ𝓽ꫝꫀ𝘳."

ꪶꫀ𝓽'𝘴 ꪑꪖ𝘬ꫀ 𝓽ꫝꪖ𝓽  ꪖ 𝘳ꫀꪖꪶ𝓲𝓽ꪗ ꪶꪖ𝓽ꫀ𝘳.

-᭙ꪖ𝘬ꪖ𝘴ꪖ♡︎

𝓔𝓷𝓭.

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