Secret Message - SemiShira

15

Maybe when he's sober, if only he would let me

Shirabu's POV

"Semi..."

I groaned as I slowly opened my eyes, my head throbbing with a relentless ache

Slapping my face in an attempt to wake myself up, I realized the sunlight streaming through the window was making matters worse

I squeezed my eyes shut again, hoping to shield myself from the brightness as I tried to piece together the events of last night

Ushijima's birthday... and my all-too-familiar descent into excessive drinking. I had hoped that my drinking habits would improve over time, but ever since my dad's passing, it had become a coping mechanism to numb that annoying pain

"Ughhhh..." I muttered, stretching my arms out, desperate to shake off my tiredness

My hand grazed the surface of the desk next to me, searching for my phone, but it was nowhere to be found

I sat up and glanced around the room, my gaze landing on my terrible appearance and the realization that I was still wearing yesterday's clothes

How did I even make it back home? The memories were hazy and I couldn't remember a thing

I finally spotted my phone on the desk to my left and picked it up, only to be greeted by the glaring time on the screen-10 am

Panic coursed through my veins as I leapt out of bed, realizing that I was supposed to go to Keisha's match today

Rushing downstairs, a scent filled the air, a faint hint of something that surprisingly wasn't the usual smell of burnt food

I followed the aroma into the kitchen, and my jaw nearly hit the floor at what I saw. There, in my own kitchen, was Semi-cooking.

"Morning, Kenjirou," Semi said, not even bothering to face me

My sister, who was seated on the kitchen island, looked over and greeted me with a smile. "Good morning, Jirou."

I was still in a state of shock, struggling to comprehend this situation. "What... What the hell are you doing?" I stammered, standing frozen at the doorway

"Making breakfast," Semi replied with a shrug, his attention focused on flipping something in the pan

"No, I mean, why are you in my house?" I rubbed my eyes, questioning the reality before me

"You did say I should come over more," Semi finally turned to look at me

"Yeah, but I didn't mean... this early in the morning," I trailed off, feeling overwhelmed by the unexpected answer

"It's not that early. You woke up late," Semi pointed out, continuing to attend to the sizzling food

I sighed, realizing there was no use in arguing. My pounding head couldn't handle this nonsense. "Fine, whatever," I conceded

"Have this drink; it'll help with your hangover," Semi pointed at the glass on the table

I shuffled over and grabbed the glass, studying it. It didn't look edible but I didn't give fuck at this point. I would take anything to get rid of this ache

"I thought you said you were going to cut back on drinking," Keisha chimed in, her voice concerned

"I... got carried away... Sorry," I replied, momentarily forgetting she was there.

"Don't worry. I'll be here to make sure Kenjirou doesn't drink too much," Semi remarked, placing a plate of beautifully cooked French toast in front of us. "Come on, let's eat. I made French toast."