2 p.m. on a Sunday. Well, shit, didn't you wake up early today.
It was one of those mornings—in this case, afternoons—where, when you wake up, everything doesn't feel legit. Like what the literal fuck am I typa shit. Tryna find out why you have a pair of hands down your legs, then figure out it's just your feet typa shit.
Maybe the doink hasn't subsided overnight.
To sum everything up, you had a hangover, and it felt like your head was about to come right out of the rims of your ass. Then you felt the mattress under you vibrate a little.
You looked over to your left, where the other end of the bed was, and there were your two roomies, bunched and cuddled up so adorably.
Per usual, you'd always snap a photo, but one of those fuckasses farted in their sleep and that wasn't very adorable. That booze fart was down diabolical; you almost felt the sourness of the alcohol in your system from last night come right back up your throat. Dramatic as it sounds, you do not want to fuck with the booze farts.
You downed a half-drunken water bottle from the nightstand, assuming it was probably from one of the boys, who were snoring, stripped in their boxers, and cuddling. And somehow, Satoru was wearing your bra. Between Suguru and you, no one can blame Satoru for the mysterious case of how that bra even got on him.
It was his first time drinking, and boy was it an adventure. Usually Satoru hates the idea of alcohol in his system, but the fact that he was willing to try it all of a sudden shocked the two of you.
"Hey suguboobs, does this bra pop my titties out more? I'm kinda feeling like Nicki Minaj right now. Let's go to the beach each let's go getaway—Y/N babes no offense or anything, but I kinda eat this shit up more than you do- oh my god let me try on your panties next! I wanna try those hot pink lacy ones I found in your hamper one time!! I'll defo fuck that shit up watch."
That was a core memory if you vividly remember something from a hangover. Satoru was whiney with everything that comes out of his pretty mouth when he's drunk; it was absolutely hilarious. He babbles more than usual, gayer than usual, and always acted on whatever came to his mind. Like wearing your bra and nearly snapping it in half while trying it.
There are situations where it's difficult to distinguish between a drunken Suguru and a neutral Suguru. Though you did notice that he can be rather honest when intoxicated, as indicated by the faint sloppy tone in his voice. And he giggles far more than usual—virtually every time he finishes a sentence.
"Satoru You look like you shake ass on the streets. What's it called..? A street slut. You look like a street slut, yeah. Hauhauhuahuahua" Suguru gives his feedback honestly, followed by a fit of giggles.
The flashbacks of last night erupted a snicker out of your mouth, there's no way in hell you would forget that.
"Love, what are you laughing at..? Come back to sleep; it's still early."
Satoru grumbles. He shifts his head to squint at you, his eyes still too tired to adjust to the sunlight pouring through the blinds.
"Toru, it's 2:48 p.m."
Satoru closes his eyes and lazily spreads out an arm, a lazy gesture to invite you back into the cuddle pile.
"I stand by what I said. S' early, and if I even try to open my eyes, they're gonna jump outta my sockets. One more hour, baby, come here."
Satoru mumbles tiredly. Some words you couldn't even decipher what he said since his voice was giving up with sleep.
Fuck it. It was the last day before the weekday, and they don't call them lazy Sundays for nothing. You crawled back in between the two men, cuddling against Suguru as Satoru spooned you. And yeah, Satoru was still unaware of the bra still attached to him. Somehow it's still holding up strong, but it looks like it won't be fitting you any longer.
