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Four «Light Drinker»

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Words- 2,987
written By- Nami 

-Senku x Gen-
 [again 🙄]

When Gen wakes in the morning, it's to a pounding headache and cottonmouth. His eyes feel gritty, and his stomach is churning dangerously.

Just how much did he actually drink last night??

He can't remember past the fourth drink Ryusui shoved in his hand, but his body tells him it must be much more than that. Slowly, ever so slowly, he inches his head out from beneath the pillow to squint around the, thankfully, darkened bedroom. He's alone in the rumpled sheets, but on the nightstand is a bottle of water and a couple small, white pills sitting on top of a little blue sticky note.

"Bless you, Senku-chan," he murmurs, sitting up just enough to be able to swallow the pills and a few mouthfuls of water. He exhales softly as he snuggles back into the bed before reaching out for the sticky note.

At the lab. Should be back by dinner. Call if you die from alcohol poisoning. -S

Gen huffs a laugh and sets the note back on the nightstand. "Always so considerate..." Gen scrubs his hands over his face and frowns when something scratches his face. He pulls his left hand back and frowns at the small plastic ring adorning his left hand. "A ring...?" he mumbles. The plastic red stone is stuck in a silver painted plastic setting; it's cute, for a cheap piece of plastic, but what is it doing on his ring finger...? He rolls over, feeling around the bed for his phone, and sighs when he can't find it.

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Ten minutes later, he's managed to find his phone in the pile of his clothes on Senku's bedroom floor after a quick trip to the bathroom. His head is still throbbing, and his stomach is tumbling dangerously, so he crawls back into bed with one of Senku's vitamin jelly pouches. He really ought to go home at some point today. He's been here for almost a week already, and he's running out of clean clothes. It would make more sense to just move in like everyone keeps saying, but...

Gen frowns when he sees how many unread messages he has. "Seventeen??" He's even more confused when he actually opens the messages from his friends to find pictures and videos of them from the bar last night. Ryusui sent him pictures of him and Gen taking shots, and Kohaku sent a picture of him sleeping beside their table at the izakaya. She also sent a picture of him resting his head in Senku's lap while the younger man feeds him gyoza.

Chrome sent Gen a picture of Gen resting his head on Senku's shoulder while Senku writes something on a piece of paper in front of them, and then another with Gen smiling brightly while wearing a white dishrag on his head. In a third photo, he and Byakuya are standing arm in arm by the entrance to the izakaya and this is too weird for Gen. He doesn't open the rest of the messages. Instead, he calls the only one who will give him a straight answer without teasing him: Yuzuriha.

He sucks on his jelly packet anxiously as he waits for her to answer, trying desperately to remember what happened last night. They were just supposed to be celebrating Ryusui's birthday- how did he end up in the center of everything??

"Good morning, Gen!" Yuzuriha answers, chipper as always. "How are you feeling today?"

"I'm pretty sure I got beaten up last night and no one told me, "He jokes. Yuzuriha laughs and he can hear a door open and close on the other end of the phone. "In all seriousness though... what the hell happened last night...?"

"Ah..." Yuzuriha sounds a little nervous now, "Senku didn't tell you anything...?"

"He was already gone this morning when I woke up," Gen finally scoots up in the bed, resting his upper back against the headboard. He tugs the blankets up to cover his bare chest though, feeling chilly in just his boxer briefs. "Was it something bad? I have a ton of messages I haven't opened yet."