Behind the screen

Drunk

Kenma's POV:

Kenma leaned against the bar, nursing a drink as he tried to drown out the chaos around him. Clubs weren't his scene, but Kuroo had insisted he come along. Now, he found himself wishing he was back in his house, gaming in peace.

Just as he was about to finish his drink and call it a night, he noticed a familiar face making her way toward him. It was Yuki, but something was off. She was stumbling slightly, her cheeks flushed with drunkenness.

Kenma's eyes widened in shock. This was the same girl who had judged and argued with him, now barely able to stand. He watched as she approached the bar, leaning heavily against it.

"Hey, handsome," she slurred, her words barely coherent. "fffFancy seeing you heree."

Kenma's brow furrowed. "Yuki? Are you okay?"

She giggled, her behavior a stark contrast to her usual composed self. "I'm great! Just having some fun. You should too."

Kenma felt a pang of worry. This wasn't right. "Yuki, where are your friends?"

She waved her hand dismissively. "Lost them somewhere. Doesn't matter. Let's have fun!"

She reached out to touch his arm, and Kenma felt a mix of concern and confusion. He couldn't just leave her like this. "Yuki, you're really drunk. I think you should go home."

She pouted, leaning in closer. "But I don't want to go home yet. I'm having fun with you."

Kenma swallowed hard, feeling a strange mix of emotions. "I can take you home. You shouldn't be out here like this."

She tilted her head, considering his offer. "You're sweet. Okay, take me home."

He guided her out of the club, helping her into his car. "Where do you live?" he asked gently.

Yuki gave him her address, and Kenma drove through the quiet streets, glancing at her every now and then. She was uncharacteristically quiet, her head resting against the window.

When they arrived at her dorm, Yuki turned to him, her eyes half-lidded. "Thanks for bringing me home, Kenma. You're not so bad after all."

Before he could respond, she leaned in and kissed him, her lips soft and warm against his. Kenma froze, shocked by the sudden intimacy. She was drunk; this wasn't right.

"Yuki," he started, but she silenced him with a finger to his lips.

"Shh, come inside with me," she whispered, her eyes pleading.

Kenma hesitated, torn between his concern for her and the unexpected turn of events. "I don't think that's a good idea. You're not yourself right now."

She looked at him with a mixture of frustration and vulnerability. "Please, Kenma. Just stay with me for a bit."

He sighed, unable to refuse her in this state. "Alright, but just for a bit."

They entered her dorm room, and Yuki immediately flopped onto her bed, giggling. Kenma stood awkwardly by the door, unsure of what to do. "Yuki, you need to sleep."

She reached out for him, her voice softer now. "Stay with me, please. Just for a while."

Kenma sat down on the edge of the bed, feeling the weight of the situation. He couldn't take advantage of her vulnerability, but he also couldn't leave her alone. "Okay, I'll stay until you fall asleep."

She smiled, closing her eyes as she curled up on the bed. Kenma watched her, his mind racing with thoughts and questions. This night had taken an unexpected turn, and he knew things would be different between them from now on.