|𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕪| 𝘀. 𝗴𝗼𝗷𝗼

Nobara's My Favorite.

Two drinks later, you were already completely wasted. You could down your liquor easily, but you couldn't hold it as well. Your cheeks were a bright pink and you were talking endlessly, explaining the entirety of your life story to the two men before you; one whom you had known for several years, and the other you had only known for several minutes.

"And then, I threw a vase at his head, but that little son of a bitch dodged it! Like, how dare he! I mean, like, the nerve to not even let me hit you with a vase! Especially after breaking up with me, after I find you mashing your face hole with this random girl's! On my couch! In my apartment!" you exclaim in exasperation, throwing your hands up in defeat with a sigh, recounting the events of the night of the breakup.

"Sounds like quite a wild night, Y/N," Satoru commented, to which you gave a small huff.

"Well, yeah, he was the love of my life. But now..." you trailed off carefully, looking thoughtful as you tapped your finger against your empty glass, thinking about what you wanted to say next.

"I think I'm in love with you, Satoru!" you declared, beaming at him radiantly, to which he blushed profusely, a fact you would not remember about this night, due to your state of intoxication.

"Well, pretty boy, she's already confessed her love for you. Might as well shoot your shot now," Miyazaki murmured under his breath with a small chuckle, to which Satoru glared at him.

"Now that I think about it, will you date me? Pretty please? All the other people are ugly, but you're just so beautiful!" you begged, sounding like a little girl in a toy store.

You threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his torso, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, taking in his wonderful, lovely scent. It wasn't very masculine at all. More delicate. Like brown sugar and vanilla, perhaps a hint of cinnamon. His scent was welcoming and made you melt even further into his embrace.

"Y/N, I think you're a little bit too drunk for me to answer any of your questions. Do you need me to take you home?" Satoru questioned, a look of concern spreading across his face.

"No, no! I want to be with you. Not at my stinky, old apartment," you protested, sticking your tongue out in a childish manner in the general direction of your apartment complex, which contrary to your words, was not stinky or old at all.

"Fine then," he grumbled as he lifted you up over your shoulder, causing you to whine like a toddler as you struggled against him, though to not much avail.

"I'll be taking her to my place, Miyazaki-san. She probably doesn't even remember her own address right now, so it'd be useless to try and get it out of her," Satoru informed the bartender as he paid the bill for the tab that the two of you had kept piling drinks and snacks on.

"Take good care of her. She's like a daughter to me," Miyazaki warned, giving the white-haired man a careful glance.

"Will do," Satoru agreed with a nod of the head; that being the last thing you heard before you blacked out, falling asleep on Satoru's shoulder, your arms and legs dangling as he hauled you out to his car and carefully laid you down to let you sleep in the backseat.

He opened up the driver's side door and slid into his seat, one hand on the steering wheel as he glanced back at your sleeping figure, curled up in a fetal position. Satoru smiled softly as he started up the car, pulling away from the curb in front of the bar. The drive back to his apartment was quiet, just the gentle sounds of your soft snores and the blowing of the heater. 

Out of nowhere, his phone started ringing, and Satoru scrambled to turn it off as to not wake you. His fingers fumbled as he attempted to press the accept button, recognizing the caller ID as Megumi.