Lookalike || A SemiShira Story

part 8

Continuing from part 7...

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"Eiji..? Is that you?"

Semi's thought process stops. No way Shirabu just mistaken him as Eiji. No way?

"Hm." Semi doesn't turn around. He waits to see if Shirabu notices and corrects himself or if the alcohol has taken over too much of his mind.

"Comeee hereeeee" Shirabu giggles a little after his words, now sat up on the bed and doing a grabby motion with his hands.

Semi wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans before walking over to Shirabu, the drunken male now climbing out of bed and sitting on the edge.

Semi stands in front of him, Shirabu playing with his hands as he looks up at "Eiji".

"Eijiiii, crouch down you giant," Shirabu tugs at Semi's jacket sleeve. Semi complies and crouches down so their faces are at the same level.

"Hmmmmmm.. You loooook.. different." Shirabu, with barely any sense of control of his body, grabs Semi's face and starts inspecting it.

Semi can't help but to smile and let out a breathy laugh. But that smile is soon wiped off when he remembers that Shirabu thinks its Eiji, not Eita.

"Nice sweater." Semi comments. That compliment making Shirabu get all shy and let out a drunk giggle, "Shut uppp."

"Wanna know a secret?" Shirabu smiles with all his teeth, bending down so his mouth is next to Semi's ear.

"I'm reallyyy drunk," Shirabu whispers. The smell of alcohol in his voice and the warmth of his breathe against his skin makes Semi shiver.

"Really? It's almost like I couldn't tell" Shirabu could hear the smirk in his voice, even while being drunk.

"Stop being mean Eijiii.." Shirabu frowns, still cupping Semi's face in front of his.

Semi exhales, the smell of beer hitting Shirabu's face and making him scrunch his eyebrows.

"You also wanna know a secret?" Semi says as he moves towards Shirabu's ear. Shirabu bites his lip in anticipation, he can feel the warmth of the presence right next to his face.

"This is Eita, not Eiji."

As Semi moves his face away, he watches as Shirabu's expression changes.

"What?..."

Shirabu's hands slowly fall off Semi's face, "Stop joking Eiji. It's not funnyyyy."

"I'm not joking." Semi says with a blank expression. The blonde just blinks at him with his mouth agape.

Shirabu groans and leans his head back, the alcohol weighing down his body and making him fall back on the bed.

"Go away Eitaaa." Shirabu shuts his eyes tightly, hoping that Semi would be gone by the time he opens them again.

Shirabu waits a few seconds before slowly peeking to see if he's still standing there. He opens his eyes to see Semi still standing in front of him, arms crossed with a small smile on his face.

"Goooo awayyyy. I'm not even that drunk." Shirabu slaps his hands over his face. His face becoming more burning red than it was already.

"You just told me you were really drunk. And you look the part so it's really hard to believe that you're sober." Semi says as he takes a seat next to Shirabu on the bed.

Shirabu pouts, stretching his arms out to the side while he stares up at the ceiling.

A few moments of silence go by, but it isn't awkward. It's a comforting silence.