𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐓 ➛ ryusae

chpt 2 ➛ sae

Sae scoffed and brushed past Shidou without a word, that cold indifference still draped over him like a well-fitted coat. He didn't look back once.

Shidou blinked, stunned for a moment, before a grin crept onto his lips. He jogged a few steps to catch up, falling into step beside him, eyes glinting with playful interest.

"What happened to the Sae I met, like, three minutes ago?" Shidou asked, voice teasing, practically bouncing with amusement.

Sae didn't spare him a glance. "This is how I always am."

That answer should've ended it. But Shidou wasn't that easy to shake.

"Uh-huh," he said slowly. "So why'd you give me your number then?"

Without waiting for permission, Shidou slid an arm over Sae's shoulders like they were already friends. His breath brushed warm and close against Sae's cheek, the scent of his cologne and whatever drink he'd last sipped curling into the air between them.

Sae tensed slightly beneath the touch, jaw tightening.

"Because I'm drunk as fuck," he muttered under his breath, eyes still fixed ahead.

They turned the corner—and then stopped dead in their tracks.

Rin and Isagi were tangled together on the couch, making out like the apocalypse had a deadline. Hands. Mouths. Zero self-control. And not a care in the world for who saw.

Sae blinked hard, then recoiled, visibly disgusted. "Oh my god."

Shidou, on the other hand, looked like he'd just found premium entertainment. He whistled low, eyebrows raised. 

Sae swayed slightly, the alcohol suddenly hitting him harder. The floor beneath him felt uneven, the lights too bright, the music distant and warped. He didn't lean into Shidou because he wanted to—he did it because if he didn't, he'd probably faceplant.

Shidou caught him with an arm, steadied him effortlessly, and led them both to the couch. They collapsed onto it, half-sprawled, limbs tangled in the kind of mess that comes from dancing too close to a blackout.

Rin and Isagi, miraculously, hadn't even noticed.

Sae groaned, dragging a hand over his face. "I do not need to see that."

"You sure?" Shidou grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. "Kinda inspiring. You tryna be like them?"

Sae gave him a flat look. "I just met you. I barely even know who you are."

Shidou slapped a hand to his chest like Sae had mortally wounded him. "Ryusei Shidou," he declared. "I like football, Chainsaw Man, and I've got a big dick."

Sae blinked. "Football?"

"That's what interests you? Not my big dick?"

Sae ignored that question completely. "Who do you play with?"

"No one official. Just for fun." Shidou shrugged. "What about you?"

Sae tilted his head, expression faintly interested. "Re Al. Youth team."

That got a visible reaction.

Shidou sat up straighter, his eyes flashing. "Deadass?" he asked. 

Sae nodded once.

"Shit," Shidou breathed. "You just got, like... seven times hotter."

Sae didn't smile, but his lips twitched—just slightly. He didn't know why he didn't push Shidou away. Maybe because he didn't want to.