God Eater: Infinity Paradise

38. If This Love Can Come Only Once

Warning: Drunk/OOC!Soma, Flirty!Yuka, Extra douchebag!C

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Being Yuka meant suffering.

Being Yuka meant having to wake up at the foul stench at six forty-five in the morning of her first day-off in ages. It meant having to shudder at the hot breath grazing the crook of her neck. It meant enduring the heavy weight of an arm thrown around her waist. She fought the urge to indulge in the warmth and instead, slink her way out of the grip, but the blonde only found herself being dragged closer, the breaths becoming hotter and closer to her skin. There was a slight groan that registered to her ears, and when she felt a face burying itself against her hair, her face flamed. "Good morning, Soma," she said, torn between grinning in amusement and frowning in displeasure. "I believe we have established that I don't fancy spooning."

The male groaned again in response.

"Also, you aren't allowed to get drunk without supervision." Well, mainly because he's bad with alcohol and beer plus Soma is a combination that leads to... events he would eventually regret. "You're going to have a terrible headache." Her voice had sounded with concern rather than lecture now, as she sat still in his hold. The other refused to move, and if this continues, Yuka would have to wait until he wakes up and throws up on her bed sheets.

The thing is, Yuka hadn't exactly been drinking for long, and the people she handled in the past were minors. None of them had gotten drunk to their asses and ran to her for nursing.

She might pass as a researcher at her age, but it doesn't mean she knows the cure for a terrible hangover.

When he rolled over to his back, one arm now hanging on the side of the bed and the other tucked underneath his pillow, the blonde hurriedly slid out of bed and dashed for the hallway, not bothering to struggle out of the pastel-colored shirt she wore—the only thing she was wearing. Not to mention her hair was a bird's nest and she's steps gone from brushing her teeth.

"Sakuya, are you there?"

The door opened before half-lidded blue eyes. Their Vice Captain was the complete antonym of her, already dressed and bathed, judging from the towel she was using to dry her hair. Her instant reaction was surprise, of course. "A... pleasant morning to you too, Yuka."

The blonde scratched her head. "Uh, yeah. You know how to cure hangovers?" Considering she'd been with Lindow far longer than she probably knows—though if Lindow gets hangovers pretty often is a question yet to be answered, their veteran sniper might just have the string of advices she needs.

Brown eyes blinked. "Are you hangover?"

"Me? Ah, no. It's going to be Soma. He's drunk as balls in my bed."

Her eyes grew wide at that, but Yuka's vision was a little too hazy to recognize. Sakuya coughed into her hand and leaned on the frame of the door, now smiling helplessly. "There is no cure for a hangover, Yuka." She then chuckled, noticing the other's surprised expression. After a while of silence, she walked back in to her room, the blonde following promptly, and opened the fridge. "Drinking water helps a lot. There are sleep and throwing up too. You know that much, right?"

Yuka nodded, accepting the handful of water bottles her senior pushed into her arms. "But a real cure."

Sakuya chuckled once more. "I told you, there's none. Though I believe there is a special thing that helps everyone. It's different for each person, of course. Lindow used to tell me it becomes easier for him to get rid of his hangover when he knocks himself out the whole day." Her lips pursed to a small smile at the fond memory. "I'm not sure what it is for Soma though. It wasn't like he'd shown himself drunk very often to us before."