And my breath still smells drunk

Prologue

The "Miya Twins" were never good at handling their alcohol, though Atsumu was significantly worse. 2 shots of whiskey had him slurring his words already, a slight country accent making its way as he replaced simple words like "your" with "yer". Osamu, whilst also definitely out of it, managed to get a tall glass of vodka before after 4 rounds shots before it hit him, causing him to giggle uncontrollably at anything his twin did.
"Why'd ya take me here?" Atsumu asked, swirling his next drink and watching the mini whirlpool within it before reaching it to his lips and taking a sip, determining his drink to be disgusting but still drinking it as it was his brother's gift. "You know we got exams, or did yer dumbass boyfriend make ya forget again?" He smirked as Osamu giggled.
"Shushhh ! He dunno I been callin him that so shut yer trap !" Osamu hissed through his giggle fit, bringing his finger to Atsumu's lips to shush his blonde brother as though it would help. "And we brought ya here so you'd loosen uppp ! Been sooo uptight 'nd stresseddd like... like.."
"Like that bitch old lady, Mrs. Layū !" Suna Rintaro butted in, barely tipsy and on his 4th glass, recording the drunk twins throughout the night to embarrass them later.
"Exactly !" Osamu giggled more at the comparison, shaking with laughter as tears strolled down his cheeks whilst he imagined his brother as their course manager in their college.

Atsumu got up from his seat, wobbling slightly, and downed the rest of his drink before attempting to stroll past to the bathroom. The keyword there is attempting.

He fell. Face first, downwards with no hope of catching himself. He was lucky Suna wasn't drunk yet and his reflexes were still sharp m, otherwise he wouldn't have been caught at all.
"Try not to fall again, I ain't coming with you to piss!" Suna joked, though he was being serious about not falling again. Atsumu smirked at him and stared at his brother, who was still giggling at the joke Suna made before.
"Jus look after my brah, wont cha? Samu can't be gigglin like a lil kid all night, he'll get his ahh beat, 'nd if that happens, yer ginna get yers handed to ya!" He threatened, and though his voice was still sweet and slurred from the alcohol, it was menacing. His Eyes held a long gaze with Suna, and if it weren't for his awareness that he had to piss, he would have continued staring bullets into the brunette but instead he took a deep breath and let out his iconic laugh before lifting his arms over his head and walking away.

"Fuck mannn!" Atsumu hissed to himself as he checked his phone. 27 missed messages and 67 missed calls from a very worried best friend who he was meant to be hanging out with but because Oikawa Tōru fell sick, he was unable to. The messages read from him being high off his ass in medication to panicking over not being able to play volleyball at tomorrows practice and then stressing over his other coursework he wouldn't be able to finish. "Fuckin nerdddd..." Atsumu sighed lovingly. His best friend surely was the only person he'd ever know who was upset about missing a day from college, and by default having extra time on coursework. Missing volleyball practice was going to be a bummer, that he could understand, but the rest of it was solely an Oikawa experience.

He sent a quick text, apologising for not picking up and explaining where he was before shoving his phone back in his pocket and finishing up in the bathroom. He wanted to make his way back to his brother and Suna but he knew he would just be watching his brother giggle and losimg himself further in drinks Osamu would be paying for and he couldn't decide if he wanted that. He heard the music die down as several drunk college kids screamed and a familiar voice flooded his drunk senses.
"Hey hey, thank you everyone. This gig was a great experience, you've been an awesome audience so far!" The crowd roared and Atsumu walked closer, desperately trying to see who was speaking. Desperate for the confirmation that this was real. "We're taking a quick break and then we'll be back. We're the masked players, thank you so much!!" The voice said and just as he was about to leave, Atsumu finally got the glance of this figure.

"Shit!" He couldn't help the words fall out his mouth as he clumsily ran through the drunk students towards his brother. "Y'all, we best be leavin' 'round 'bout now!" He said, all too rushed.
"Nawww, how come, broo??" Osamu asked, a childish smile planted on his face despite the sincerity in his question.
"We jus- We gotta go!" Atsumu said, this time with less of a slur to his words and his accent dissipating. He was sobering up and it was clear even to the two no drunk people he cane with.
"Look, I'd take you, but I'm too drunk to drive and Samu don't even have a licence yet and you can't drive manual." Suna said, putting his drink down and pausing to order a water. "Let me sober up and then we can go, immediately, I swear."
"Fine." Atsumu said, sitting down next to his brother again and allowing logic to come into play.

He was part of the band, meaning he was being paid by the college bar, meaning he wouldn't see him or catch his eye. Meaning Atsumu was safe from the awkwardness that would have been to have been caught there. "Imma go get a pin from that table, want one?"
"Nahh, already got some. Why don't ya get a shirt instead?" Osamu asked, his face not smiling for once, showing that he was also sobering up.
"Don't got enough."
"Here," Suna handed Atsumu his card "and no shit about payin me back. I'm ready to go so grab a shirt, pay and meet us in the car." Atsumu nodded, taking the card and mutterin a thank you before walkin over to the table selling the "Masked Players" band shirts and pins.

"Fancy seein' you here." The familiar voice said, looking up from the desk that was selling the merch. "Didn't think you'd like this place. What are you, a stalker?" It joked, but Atsumu's face flushed slightly and he looked down. "C'monn, where's my quick comeback? Or my hello at least??"
"Sorry, alcohol." It was a weak excuse but the accent coming through managed to sell it.
"Ah, I forgot, you never were good at handling your glass." The voice said, it sounded like it smiled while the statement was made. "Alright, what would you like?"
"Just a shirt..."

"Which one?"
"Any!"
"Here, take the leads' shirt. Last one being sold ever, so it's exclusive."
"I won't have enough for that!"
"Nah, it's cheaper for you. Consider it a gift, Atsumu." The voice said and even though he knew that it would know his name, he still was caught off guard. He handed over Suna's card and waited until it was handed back. "Hey, before you go, come here really quickly? Please." He nodded and followed as the figure with the familiar voice stood and directed him just past a wall, giving them a little bit more privacy. "Will I get my hello now?"
"Right- sorry!" Atsumu shut his eyes and bowed his dead, clutching the shirt tighter and biting his lip slightly. "Hello Sakusa-Kun-"
"Damn, that hurts Atsu!!" Sakusa smiled, lifting the blonde's head up from his chin and looking into his eyes before pulling his mask off and admiring the facial shape of the other. "Here," he takes the shirt from Atsumu's distracted hands, "let me sign this for ya. So you don't forget me again, yea?"

'Omi Sakkun' was written at the back of the shirt in a silver pen. "It's washable and wont smudge so don't worry!" Sakusa smiled, not noticing the heat on Atsumu's face as he flushed. He lifted the blonde's face again and looked into his eyes carefully, a smirk forming on his face without him evening realising. And, without any thought, the two got closer, breathing in each other as they edged nearer and nearer. Eye contact never breaking thought the gazes softened until they were seconds away from one another.
"Will I regret this?" Atsumu whispers, whiskey lingering on his breath, still staring mindlessly into the eyes of the other boy, feeling both their body heat merge as music blasted and strobe lights flared.

No more words were shared as they both simultaneously closed the gap, the separation of their lips, finally allowing their eyes to close and Sakusa moved his hand from under Atsumu's chin to cupping his cheek. The blonde was still clutching the shirt, now with Sakusa's signature on it, inbetween them, the only thing separating them more as they practically lived off of each other for the next few moments. And whilst it felt like seconds, it must have been minutes. "Shit, I gotta go. Samu and Suna are taking me home and they're waiting for me!" Atsumu stumbled slightly over his words, drunk from the kiss and weary of the reality that it even occured. "Um, I'm assuming you're in this college then, seeing as you're in the college bar. I'll see you, Omi!" Atsumu rushed out his sentences, not allowing Sakusa to respond at all. He hoped it would be better that way, without the conformation, he wouldn't have to be upset or anxious about whether he was in this college or not.

"No..." Sakusa muttered as Atsumu turned and sped out the bar to meet his long-term friend and brother. The black-haired boy looked to the floor, losing himself in the memory of the kiss they shared omly moments ago, putting a hand to his lips and softly touching them before pulling his mask back over them and closing his eyes. He took a deep breath in to his chest and sighed.

"No, you won't regret it."