Asahi Shimbun 朝日新聞 ⋮ Nanami Kento

Chapter 15

This area made up of narrow alleyways houses a myriad of historic eateries. Around a tight corner and inside one of many small izakaya's of Omoide Yokocho, sit three people.

"I thought I told you....." Utahime points at you as she sways in her seat. The girls a tad incoherent to say the least. Her arm felt heavy, it drops back down to the table, ".....I'm not walking your ass home."

"I don't need you to walk me home...." You hiccup through a chuckle. The roles were reversed this time around. It's not that you weren't drunk, it's that Utahime is much worse off (compared to every other time).

Shoko laughs, "You guys can't hold your alcohol to save your life."

Utahime's arm goes back up. Her finger now points at the brown-haired girl, "Shut up! I'm not druuuunnnk!"

"Me tooooooooo." You slap your hands onto your face and sigh with satisfaction. It's warm.

Shoko shakes her head and smiles. Her alcohol tolerance is high, which is why she is still sober despite her having drank the most. Utahime is completely sloshed. Maybe she should have filled her stomach more but your latest gossip had her lips glued to the glass of Kirin Ichiban. The girl practically forgot to eat. 

"I can't believe you had sex with Gojo Satoru." Utahime's hands go up to cover her face. She feels her warm breath ricochet back as she exhales against the palms of her hands. She wasn't a fan. The girl thought the man, ill-mannered and inconsiderate.

"Wait, I thought it was Geto-san?" Shoko's mistaken.

However, you don't correct the brown-haired girl. You rest your chin onto the heel of your hand and you only make things more complicated (for everyone), "I want Nanami...."

"Please make smart choices....." Utahime's still covering her face. Her voice is a mumble through her hands as she recalls your previous horrendous relationships—and decisions.

"Nanami?!" Shoko laughs loudly and then she sighs at the situation. She's the only person in the office who probably converses with the blond the most, "You know what? He's a good man. You guys would be cute together."

"I don't know what I want...." Yours eyes close. Everything feels like it's spinning—just slightly, "I don't know what I'm doing...."

"Didn't you just say you want Nanami?" Utahime shakes her head at how quickly you switch up. She still doesn't take her hands away from her face. The girl groans. She was starting to feel a little sick to the stomach. Thankfully, tomorrow is the weekend.

"I do....." You affirm and then you explain, "I want his d—"

The waiter who passes behind you makes a face. One that shows great discomfort.

Utahime cuts you off immediately. Her hands slap down loudly against the table and her drunken eyes throw a nasty glare your way, "Is that all you're ever thinking about?!"

Shoko laughs again. She remembers your absurdly high appetite for sex. Sometimes she wish she had that kind of libido. The girl finishes her drink and pulls out her phone that tweets for her attention. She glances at the text notification, "Ijichi is almost here."

"Thank god!" Utahime brings herself to a stand, she's slouchy. The girl would like to go home and sleep (maybe even puke).

Shoko had offered to take Utahime home earlier. They live relatively close to each other. But she also felt a bit of guilt having to leave you alone in your current state, "Will you be okay, Y/n?"

"I'll be fine." You waft a hand through the air as you make a face, one that depicts your assertiveness, "Don't worry about me."

Shoko frowns, "Okay, then." But then her brows knit together and she points a finger at you in warning, "But make sure to text me when you get home so I know you're alive!"