𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐓 ➛ ryusae

(bonus chapter)

As a little thank you for sticking around until the end of this fic, I thought I'd treat you all to one final Ryusae smut scene—long overdue and very much deserved by both of them xx

Now go ahead and enjoy, you freaks. (same)

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By the time the clock ticked past 2 am, the party had shifted from chaotic to sluggish, a lazy sort of haze falling over the dorm. Half the people were passed out on couches and beanbags, Bachira snoring under the kitchen table, and the playlist had descended into random, nostalgic slow songs that nobody was sober enough to skip.

Sae and Shidou were still curled up on the couch—now a little more tangled than before, a little looser in the limbs, their drinks long abandoned in favor of warm, alcohol-heavy air and each other.

Sae, in particular, had gotten flirty.

Something about the way the alcohol soaked into his veins made all that polished, cold composure melt right off him. His words were slurred just enough to be noticeable, his usual sharp glances replaced with soft, lazy stares that made Shidou's chest squeeze a little too tight.

He leaned into Shidou's side, voice a low, sinful murmur against his ear. "Hey, baby... wanna sneak off?"

Shidou tilted his head, smirking. "Sneak off to where?"

Sae chuckled, breath hot and heavy against his skin. "Bachira's bedroom," he whispered like it was some secret plot. His fingers toyed with the hem of Shidou's shirt, feather-light and shameless. "Bet it's empty."

Shidou barked a soft laugh, pressing his head back against the couch. "You're outta your mind if you think I'm fucking you in Bachira's gremlin lair."

Sae whined—a real, actual whine—and clutched Shidou's shirt tighter. "Come onnn... it'll be fun."

"You're drunk," Shidou teased, but his voice was warm, laced with affection.

"So are you," Sae bit back.

"And anyway," Shidou continued, voice dropping lower, almost serious for a second, "I can't afford for anyone walking in and seeing you naked." His hand found Sae's thigh, squeezing it possessively. "That's for me. Only me."

Sae's cheeks flushed, his pupils blowing wide under the dim party lights. He looked wrecked in the best way—half-drunk on the tequila, half-drunk on Shidou.

"You're so fucking greedy," Sae breathed, not sounding even a little mad about it.

Shidou smirked, cocky. "You're just mad I'm right."

Sae leaned in even closer, so close their lips brushed. "You're lucky you're hot," he mumbled against Shidou's mouth.

"You're lucky you're obsessed with me," Shidou shot back, and bit lightly at Sae's bottom lip.

Sae practically melted at that, his laugh low and breathy against Shidou's skin. He pulled back, wide-eyed and mischievous. "Let's get outta here," he whispered.

"Yeah," Shidou said immediately, standing so fast he nearly knocked over the empty cup by his foot.

Sae tugged insistently at Shidou's hand, weaving their fingers together with a grip that brooked no argument. His grin was reckless, the kind of grin that only came out when he was drunk and running on pure feeling.

Shidou let himself be dragged through the crowd, stumbling just a little in his urgency. His heart was hammering stupidly in his chest, not just from the alcohol, but from the way Sae kept glancing back at him—like he was daring him to keep up.