Losing Trust (sequel to Secret Admirer) ON HOLD

Chapter Twenty six. FUDGE MY LIFE.

Hehehe. Guys. Write your own smut. I'm not doing it for you, even though I love you guys. XD ❤❤❤

I open my eyes and see Nishinoya staring right back at me. I immediately sit up and look around. We were in my room. There was an empty wine bottle on the floor. I was in my underwear... and it was eleven. Fudge my life.
I immediately cover my body with the blanket and look at Nishinoya.

"What happened last night? Please tell me. I am about to go suicidal. Actually... Don't tell me. I don't think I want to know." I sigh and look at him in the eye.

"Don't ask me. I was drunk too. Oh... and I think we're late for school." He mumbles, closing his eyes.

"Shit."

I wrap myself in the blanket, stealing it from Nishinoya in the process. He grumbles and attempts to take it back but fails.. Miserably. As he ends up on the floor.
I look at him and laugh, only to realise he was half naked. I run into the bathroom and brush my hair and teeth. I slap myself in the face to wake me up and walk back outside. I look for the clothes I was wearing yesterday but give up after a millisecond and grab my leggings and hoodie and slip them on. I turn around to see Nishinoya staring at me.

"Pervert." He laughs and engulfs me in a hug. "Hurry up and get ready! We need to get to school."

"Waiiiiiii?" he asks in a babyish tone, lifting me up and swinging me side to side.

"Because... I dunno. But we need to get to school." I sigh and he puts me down. "Plus, you're half naked. Get ready."

"You're no fun"

"And you're an idiot."

"But a cute one." He says and I face-palm and walk out the room. "What do I wear?"

"Clothes." I say and shut the door. I walk downstairs and head to the kitchen. There, I see two more empty bottles of wine and my top. That's where it went. -_-

I throw the wine bottles in the bin and fold my top, placing it on the counter. I toast some bread and get some jam and coke out. So healthy. I know. *cough cough*

"Ariiaaaa." I hear a voice behind me groan.

"What Nishinoyyyaaaa." I reply, imitating him.

"What do I wearrrr???" He says and I turn around to see him in his underwear.

"Clothes. I already told you. Just wear the clothes you wore yesterday. Also, are you still drunk. You sound VERY drunk." I say, turning back to face the toaster.

"Umm. I don't think so. I can't find my clothes by the way. Help meee." He says in babyish tone.

"Oh. Well.... Umm. They're... Probably somewhere around the house... Just try and remember where you took them off.... and why." I say the last bit quieter then the rest but he most likely hears me as he giggles.

"I wonder why I took the off. And where I took them off. hmm." I could almost picture him smirking.

"Don't ask me. Go into one of the bedrooms. You'll find clothes somewhere. My dad wasn't very tall. You'll fit into his clothes... If you find them." He grunts and walks off.
I grab a knife and take the toast from the toaster, spreading jam and butter all over it. Let me get one thing straight. I'm not the best cook. I grab two plates and put the pieces of toast on them, and bring them to the table and put the bottle of coke under my chair so Nishinoya can't get to it. Hehehe I take my phone out from my pocket and check the time. 11:46am. I had art today too. Aish..