It Was 3AM. // Amasai

It Was 3AM.

Shuichi was asleep, only lightly. He wasn't a heavy sleeper or anything, so when a few vibrations came from his phone, his eyes practically snapped open.

Fingers trembled over to the device, that was starting to produce the sound of a ringtone. Saihara flipped over the screen.

Why was Rantaro calling him? It was three in the morning, Shuichi was only just adjusting to the glowing screen. He unconsciously clicked the answer button.

The screen suddenly switched, Amami was revealed. He smiled. "Hey, Shuichi!" He was in what looked to be a party.

Only half of Saihara's face was on screen, he was quite shy on video calls. "Hello." He tried to keep his eyes open. "How come you called me so late?"

"...I missed you." Amami awkwardly giggled, he was embarrassed to admit it. "Let me see your faceee." He whined, pouting.

Shuichi snorted. "Are you drunk?"

"Nooo, I just love seeing my best friend." Rantaro chuckled, he was definitely high or had a bit too much to drink.

"Where are you?"

"Whyyyy....?" Amami kept slurring his words.

"I'm going to come and pick you up." Saihara flicked onto life 360. They had each other linked on there, "Never mind, found you. On my way."

"Okayyyy!" Rantaro squealed and grinned brightly. "Wait! I wanna stay on call!"

"Rantaro, I can't do that whilst i'm driving." Shuichi sighed.

"Fineee. See you soooon, love ya!" The line went silent, Saihara grew slightly flustered but brushed it aside. Amami was drunk, he was lying.

Within a few minutes, Shuichi was in the car, taking the route to whatever club the other was at. It was only about a ten minute drive.

He felt extremely anxious for no reason, Rantaro was obviously safe. But the male still felt the need to drive quicker than usual.

He pulled into the car park. It was pitch black outside.

Saihara got out of the vehicle, slamming the car door shut and clicking his key remote, it made a sound indicating that it was locked.

The parking lot was empty, it was slightly raining outside. The music was raging from the club, clear yells and people having the time of their life.

He entered the disco doors, desperately walking around trying to find Amami. It wasn't long until an arm slung around Shuichi's shoulders, but it wasn't Rantaro.

It was an older man, clearly out of his mind. "Could I get you a drink?"

"Uh." Saihara was uncomfortable, noticeably so. "No, i'm okay. Thanks."

"Don't be so shy!" The man tried to motion to the bar, a smile on his face. Shuichi still denied, the dude tried to throw a tantrum but Saihara slipped away.

After a bit more walking around, the green haired man was spotted. Shuichi jogged over, concern plastered all over his face.

Rantaro immediately recognised him, wobbling over like a toddler. "Helloooo!"

"How much did you drink?" The taller collapsed in his arms. He was practically boiling, Saihara placed a hand on Amami's forehead and sure enough; it was burning.

"Hahah, one... Two... Three... Four..." Amami began counting, he was so childish when non sober.

Shuichi huffed, he had heard enough. "We're going home."