𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 '𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫 ! ! ─ 𝙠𝙤𝙯𝙪𝙢𝙚 ⋆ 𝙠

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"You're really good at walking" Kenma comments as he uses your shoulder for support, leaned up against you to keep from stumbling and making a fool of himself

"Thank you?" You chuckle "you do to, when you aren't fucked up that is"

"Did you—hic—take me to your house?" He slurs his words, a gasp at the end "You're trying to take me to bed..to bed with you?!" He says just a bit too loud as you open the door for him

"First of all, this is your house and second of all, in your dreams" you roll your eyes, grabbing onto his collar before he can fall through the door. "Careful, we don't want you ruining that pretty face of yours"

"Mhm" he sleepily heeds your warning to the best of his limited abilities, atleast having the sense to leave his shoes at the front door.

"Now for the hard part..." the only thing keeping you and getting Kenma safely into his bed was that damn staircase.

"Wanna see my hard part?"

"I wanna see you asleep" with you're fingers intertwined you brave the lengthy staircase through slow and steady steps. You guide him up and he tries to follow your steps, hindered by his doubled vision.

"I can't tell if that was a death threat but..hic..does that mean you wanna see me in bed?" He asks as you make it past the halfway point on the steps

"That means I want you to sleep through the hangover you're gonna have tomorrow"

"You're so good to me" he traps you in heavy hug, one usually you'd be the culprit of.

"You can hug me all you want when we're not on the stairs!" You grab onto the railing, far too determined to lose after coming all this way

"If I go down, you do to" he mumbles onto your skin

"Um I think the fuck not!" You hiss "Look I'm not into this poetic shit, I'm not about to fall down these stairs with you"

"M'kay" he yawns, pulling back to continue on with the slow stepping

"Wow remind me to never let you drink again" you huff, getting to the top before he can do anything else inherently life threatening.

You feel his hand tighten around your shoulder and you catch him before he can tumble into the door. "You alright there, pretty boy?"

"dizzy.." he rasps, breath irrecoverably heavy

"Alright" you finally get him into his room and sitting down, and more importantly, safe "you need anything?" You ask him

He blinks, taking a moment to process what you're saying. His face is all sorts of red, his posture so relaxed he looks like he might just fall over right there "Apple—hic—pie"

"What"

"I want pie"

"I'm not getting you and apple pie" you plant your hand on your hip

"Why..?" His eyes grow all watery, whimpering out a betrayed complaint

And before you know it your in the dark kitchen, Kenma following you closely like a lost kitten even when you told him to stay upstairs as you open up the apple pie you ordered at literally 1 a.m