goddamnit (am i out of line?)

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the air outside the restaurant was cold, the icy wind biting through the thin material of sugawara's jacket. it was nearly winter, belated and regretfully he realized he should've brought a thicker jacket with him. the leaching warmth of yamaguchi's deadweight leaning against his side helped a bit, though.

yamaguchi was completely sloshed, unable to even stand on his own. the poor kid overdid it trying to keep up with his friends, too afraid to tap out. seeing how fucked up he was, sugawara had graciously offered to take him home when everyone else—intoxicated as well, but not quite ready to leave yet—just laughed at his state.

yamaguchi's legs were unsteady with every step, swaying as he walked and making sugawara swerve across the sidewalk with him.

yamaguchi giggled, hugging sugawara's arm tighter and leaning up to press his face into sugawara's neck. his breath was warm as he spoke, voice slurring, "sugawara senpai," he sighed, "senpai, you're so good to me."

sugawara huffed out a short breath, smiling softly. "you're trashed, yamaguchi-kun."

yamaguchi pressed his cold nose into sugawara's neck and shifted his weight, pushing more of his weight into sugawara's side. sugawara shivered and pulled his arm from yamaguchi's grip to wrap around his waist, steadying him. "be careful, we don't want you getting hurt."

yamaguchi sighed, snuggling closer to sugawara's side. "you're so pretty senpai." he hummed, shifting so he was standing directly in front of sugawara. he wrapped his arms around the taller boy's neck. before sugawara could register what was going on yamaguchi leaned in and pressed their lips together. the kiss was soft, just an innocent lingering peck, but it made sugawara's heart hammer in his chest and his cheeks flush pinker than the cold made them.

yamaguchi pulled away, a small and bashful smile on his pretty little lips. he ran his hand through the hair on the back of sugawara's head and whispered, voice barely disturbing the air around them, "i like you sugawara senpai. i like you a lot."

sugawara's cheeks felt hot and he couldn't help but smile back. he didn't feel the same and his heart ached for yamaguchi. he didn't want to turn him down and ruin his night. besides, he would rather give him an answer while he was sober. "you're really drunk, aren't you? you probably won't even remember this tomorrow."

yamaguchi scoffed loudly, "i'll be fine senpai, my memory-" he hiccuped, "my memory is great."

sugawara nodded, "i'm sure it is, yamaguchi-kun. let's get you home before it starts snowing, it's cold out here."

yamaguchi seemed to have already forgotten about the kiss and his confession, latching back onto sugawara's arm and pressing his cold face into sugawara's shoulder. "i hate when it snows," he mumbled, "gets yucky outside."

sugawara breathed a sigh of relief, glad to feel the anxiety leave his body as he led yamaguchi home. but now he could only wait and see if he would remember or find the courage to confess when he was sober.