Drunk Night Out [Osomatsu-San Lemons]

Late Night Call

You were all alone at home and you couldn't be anymore bored. After a long day at work, you flopped onto your couch and watched TV, but now your totally bored. It was 11pm, so your co workers weren't going to want to do anything at this time. Luckily you knew what to do in situations like this: If you have nothing to do and no one to talk to, call the six NEETs.

The six NEETs are formally known as the Matsuno brothers. They don't have jobs and still live with they're parents, but that didn't stop you from hanging out with them from time to time. When you first met them, you were quite shocked to find out they were sextuplets. Well at least, when you first went to they're house. It was supposed to be a delivery to they're parents, but all six of the brothers answered the door instead. You were shocked at first, but fascinated a few seconds later. Since that delivery, you were friends with them all ever since.

There was Osomatsu, the eldest brother and the basic, optimistic one.

Karamatsu, the "cool" one who loves to hit on you by calling you his 'Karamatsu girl'.

Choromatsu, the responsible one who apparently also faps.

Ichimatsu, the cold yet cat loving one.

Jyushimatsu, the athletic and energetic one, who sometimes shout "Hustle, Hustle! Muscle, Muscle!"

And finally, the baby of the family, Todomatsu, who seems innocent at first, but is more then what you'd expect.

Hanging with them all is a handful at times, but you put up with it anyway.

You dial they're home phone number, and waited for someone to answer. After five seconds, someone you didn't expect answered.

"Hello, (Y/N)." It was Mrs. Matsuno.

"Hello ma'am." You say, "Are your sons home?"

"They are, but..."

On the other line, you could hear what sounded like a loud thump, followed by Mr. Matsuno shouting at someone.

"Sorry about that," Mrs. Matsuno responded, "But my little NEETs..."

"What's wrong with your sons?" You ask.

"Well...oh, I promised him I wouldn't tell you..."

"Tell me what?"

"Um...my children...they...do something that you despise."

You couldn't really understand what this woman was trying to say, something you despise? Then it hit you. The one thing that you hate more than anything. But, the Matsuno brothers told you everything. Why would they....?

"You don't mean..." You croak.

"Yes (Y/N)," Mrs. Matsuno admitted, "My NEETs drink."

Drinking. You. Hate. Drinking. And you hate anyone who drinks, responsibly and irresponsibly alike. You convinced yourself that all drinkers were the same after what you labeled, the Two Tragedies.

You didn't always live by yourself. You had a mom and a dad. But drunken idiots took them away from you.

Your father lost his life while out on the town drinking. The police and witnesses from the bar told you and your mother that it was a drunken brawl between him and another bar patron, when the other drew a pistol and opened fire. Your father was shot three times in the chest. The man who shot him? Rotting away in prison. You felt relieved when you heard that the police caught the shooter, but you were scarred after hearing of his death.

Your mother is still alive, but just barely. A drunk driver speeding in the streets swerved into your old neighborhood, hitting everything in his path. Including your mother. She was going across to your old neighbors across the street, when she was hit by the car. The good news is she survived, and is currently in the hospital. The bad news is that she's in a coma, and her condition is deteriorating. Ever since these two tragedies, you hated drinking, and everyone who drinks.

"Um, (Y/N)?" You remember your still on the phone, "(Y/N)? Are you still there?"

"How long have they hidden this from me?" You say, "The drinking I mean?"

"Since they first met you I'm afraid."

You were not only shocked, but also livid. How could they hide something like this from you? You only told one brother, since you assumed that the sextuplets didn't drink at the time. But that was then, this is now. And you were not happy.

"Why would they keep something like this a secret from me?!" You say angrily,
"I thought they were my friends. HOW COULD THEY BETRAY ME LIKE THIS?!"

"Please don't shout! Oh, I KNEW I shouldn't have told you, but my husband and I are desperate here! They drank way too much today! So that's why I answered the phone. To prevent my sons from accidentally telling it to you."

"Why would it matter?!" You rant.

"Because I believe one of my sons has romantic interest in you."

You then grow from angry to intrigued.

"One of your sons...likes me?" You say.

"Yes."

"Um," Your curiosity meter has never gone this high before, "You said earlier that one of the bros told you not to tell me that they drink."

"True, and?"

"Can you tell me who it was? I'm really curious."

"Well, ok," Mrs. Matsuno took a deep breath, "It was-"

You then hear a loud crash and a lot of shouting on the other end. You jump at hearing the sounds coming from the other end of the phone.

"Be right back." You hear Mrs. Matsuno say.

You assume that your on hold since you hear a lot of muffled shouting and crying, and later what you believe to be someone puking. Not only were you disgusted by the muffled sounds, you were still curious as to what was going on at the Matsuno residence. The phone is then picked up once more, at the other end was Mrs. Matsuno, who sounded a lot more tired and panicked on the other end.

"(Y/N)!" She breathily says, "One of my NEETs is heading over to your house!"

"...What.....?" You say, confused.

"The son that is in love with you! He's headed over to your house now!"

Confusion was then replaced with fear.

"What should I do?"

"I don't know! I've never seen my boys this drunk before! I say just wait until he gets there, see what he does."

"Ok. Thank you ma'am."

"Your welcome."

You hang up your phone and sit dazed on your couch. You have never faced a drunk in person before. It's the first time you'll face one, and you don't know what to do.

After a few minutes, you heard a loud knocking on you front door. You reluctantly open the door, only to be greeted with...