Uta no Prince-sama: A-Z [ONE-SHOTS]

Drunken Words: P for Philalethist

Philalethist: lover of truth

Words: 952

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Syo resigned. He officially gave up. His hands on his hips, he looked down at his friends who were all sprawled uselessly on the floor. They had crashed and were not waking up anytime soon.

He did a head count. Masato and Ren, Cecil, Tokiya and Otoya, and Natsuki. They were either sleeping under the kotatsu, or huddled together in pairs.

Including himself, that was seven out of the eight in the karaoke room. One missing.

"Haruka?" Syo called.

His eyes darted around the room? His maternal antennae erected. He lost Haruka. A drunk Haruka.

Just as he was about to open the door and chase after the lost girl, he felt arms wrap around his waist from behind. He recognized the dainty hug, and sighed in relief.

Syo turned his head and saw the back of her head buried in his back. Her hold on him tightened.

"Where're you going?" She whined, her words slurred and muffled. 

He smiled and patted her head. "Not going anywhere, Haruka."

She pulled her head away from his back and looked up. He had to refrain from chuckling at her state.

She was adorably mussed with her hair flying in different directions, face flushed and eyes glazed and unfocused.

Haruka pouted. "Yer lying. Yer gonna leaf me."

She vigorously shook her head and continued shakily, "I don't wan you to leave me." Her eyes teared up and her lip quivered uncontrollably.

Reminding Syo strongly of a puppy, he affectionately looked down at her form and turned around as her hold loosened.

Wrapping his arms around her neck, he rested his chin on her head. He pulled her closer and rubbed soothing circles into her back.

Haruka clutched his shirt and continued the vigorous shaking of her head as she burrowed into his chest.

A laugh resonated in his throat at her playful and immature behavior. It was refreshing to see Haruka so openly expressive when she was normally a reserved, timid girl. Flirtation was normally lost on her, but Syo wondered if she would be more proactive and honest with a bit of beer in her.

"Why don't you want me to go?" He teased her, half expecting her to not answer and continue burrowing her head into his chest.

But Haruka stopped and looked up at him, her dazed eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Because I love you?" She said it so matter-of-factly and slowly, as if she was taken aback that he didn't know this piece of information, that Syo had to take a moment to process her words.

Then he had to judge the truth of her words. For all she knows, she's currently a puppy. An intoxicated puppy. But he was intoxicated by her, and needed closure.

"Are you for real?" He must've looked baffled because she frowned.

"Do you wan me to jus like you?" She hiccuped. "Because I like like you."

"Are you sure?" Syo was in disbelief. His heart and mind raced with the prospect of the crush being mutual. It sounded too good to be true.

"You're pretty drunk, Haruka."

"I'm drunk on youuuuu." She answered, poking him with a finger.

He looked to the ceiling and bit his lip to restrain from jumping her bones. He would not take advantage of an drunken Haruka.

But Haruka reached up with her hands and cupped his face, tilting it down again. She brought herself up on her toes and kissed him.

Syo's breath hitched and suddenly, the effort to not ravish her in the room full of friends (that just so happened to all hold a flame for the composer) became impossibly harder.

"Does that prove that I love you?" Haruka's eyes twinkled, a grin itching at her lips.

He was finding it hard to breathe, but she looked too smug to be drunkenly unstable.

It was his turn to narrow his eyes. "You're not drunk anymore, are you?"

She giggled. "I sobered up awhile ago."

Her smile was inviting him, challenging him, and she knew it.

So he did what he'd been itching to do since she hugged him minutes ago.

He gripped the small of her back with one hand and pulled her in, crashing their lips together, meshing in a frenzy of passion. His other hand found its way into her hair and tugged, tilting her head up so he could deepen the kiss. Haruka whimpered, her tongue at a loss for what to do as Syo ravaged her mouth. Her hands clawed at his back, and she melded her front with his, pushing herself infinitely closer to his body.

The passion that they'd been bottling up and restraining for years finally exploded and they could not get enough.

They probably would have never stopped melting into each other's embrace had a voice not interrupted.

Out of nowhere, Ren's voice, groggy and raspy with sleep, came from the floor where he'd fallen asleep.

"Chibi-san, let's bring that elsewhere alright? Especially if you're gonna shame us all and make out with Little Lamb."

Haruka peeled herself away from Syo sheepishly.

Rubbing his neck, Syo smiled in embarrassment, "When'd you wake up?"

"Awhile ago, is all you need to know." Ren replied as he got up.

He grabbed his coat. Before he left, Ren put a hand on Syo's shoulder in acknowledgment.

"Let me join in next time." With a wink and a laugh, the flirt jumped away from the blonde's punch and left the room, swinging the door shut.

The bang of the door slamming close shocked the rest of the members awake with a jolt.

They would never know what really happened while they were out.