You furiously wiped at the tears streaming down your face, willing them to stop, but with no such luck.
You'd known for weeks now that your boyfriend had been keeping secrets and acting different, but this was even worse than you'd originally thought it was. You'd caught him with another girl.
"Stupid, I'm so stupid." You mumbled as you came up on the apartment you shared with your best friends. The door was unlocked, allowing you to enter quickly and slam it shut behind you.
Yata, who was playing a video game, jumped at the sudden noise and paused the game to look over at you. "Oi! What the hell are you- Y/N?" His eyes widened as he took in your puffy, red eyed state.
"I hate him," You grumbled, ripping your jacket off and throwing it over the back of a chair. "Stupid asshole."
Yata's eyebrows rose as he watched you kick your heels off, rather violently. "What'd that dick do now?" He questioned, setting his controller down.
You wiped at your eyes again, turning your vision to the floor. "I caught him with another girl." You sighed, sniffling right after. Yata sighed, moving from the couch and over to you. You looked up as he nudged your shoulder.
"He's a dick, Y/N. He's not gonna change." He said, though he sounded sympathetic.
"I know, but still."
Yata hated the sad, kicked puppy look on your face, so he wrapped his arm around your neck and pulled you into him. You buried your face into his shoulder, his scent taking over your senses. Yata was warm and familiar, and you felt better already, just being in his presence.
"Go change," He said, pulling back to look at you. "I'll make us some popcorn."
You nodded, rubbing your now itchy eyes as you turned towards your room.
After you'd changed into your sweatpants and an old t-shirt, you returned to the living area to see that Yata had indeed made popcorn.
You plopped down on the couch next to him, reaching over to take a large handful of the buttery goodness and toss it back into your mouth. Yata eyed you in amusement as you crunched the popcorn almost viciously.
"Here," He said, grabbing a bottle off the table and handing it over to you. You smiled, accepting the beer and easily popping the cap off. No doubt he'd nabbed it from Izumo's inventory. "I thought we'd get drunk."
"Sounds good to me," You said, tilting the bottle up to take a large swig. You glanced around as Yata grabbed his own bottle. "Where's Saru?"
"He locked himself in his room," Yata snorted. "Doing some weird computer geek stuff for Izumo or whatever."
Snorting, you rested your feet on the table across from you. "Sounds like him."
You both laughed, and then Yata was looking at you closely. "You want to talk about what happened?"
You shrugged, feeling the anger building back up. "Not right now."
Nodding, Yata held out his bottle. "Well then, a toast to the biggest dickhead in the world. May he contract herpes and get hit by a bus."
"Cheers to that." You clinked your bottle with his, then chugged half of it back.
An hour and a half later, you weren't completely drunk, but you were over tipsy.
You giggled as Yata made an obscene gesture, retelling the story of how Chitose had tried and failed to hit on some girl the other night.
Yata was happy that you seemed to have calmed down now, giggling all over the place and hiccuping here and there. The alcohol obviously played a part in this, but still. At least you weren't crying anymore.
