Erasermic hanahaki "Only You"

Drunk

Hizashi's POV:

Shota stared into my eyes and I started to stare back, getting lost in how pretty they were, I quickly snapped out of it. "Hey! You!" I yelled towards the bartender. The bartender turned around to face me. "How many shots did Shota have?" The man laughed. "About 12." My eyes widened. "What the hell! 12! That's a lot more than ANY person can take!"

The bartender shrugged. "He can barely sit in his SEAT." I said, grabbing Shota's shoulders to keep him steady and sitting in the stool next to him. "He likes to come in here everyonce in a while and drink his feelings away. He's been like this forever." My expression turned from mad to sad and I looked at Shota. I could see the pain in his eyes. I noticed some blood on Shota's face and let go of him for a minute to grab a napkin. As soon as I did so, though, Shota felt to the floor, passed out.

3rd Person POV:

"God Shota." Hizashi said, picking the man up bridal style and heading towards the exit. The blond couldn't help but look at Shota's sleeping face. "Why are you so damn cute, Shota." Hizashi kept walking towards the apartments when something fell out of Shota's hand. "What is this?" Hizashi crouched down to grab whatever fell.

"A... flower? Why the hell was Shota holding a flower?" He shrugged and put it in his pocket. "Who knows, he was drunk. He continued to walk towards the apartments and admire how beautiful Shota looked in his arms. When he finally reached the tenth floor, were they both lived, Hizashi was hit with a sudden realization.

Hizashi's POV:

"I- I dont really have a way of returning Shota to his apartment and ensuring his safety. I can't... why not! Hamako's not home!" I pulled out my keys and unlocked the door to my apartment. It was still kinda a mess from unpacking earlier. "Shota's gonna be so mad when he wakes up..." I placed him down on the couch and headed towards the kitchen.

My phone said that it was 1:30 AM. "God Shota... have you really been like this for a WHILE?" I had a worried look on my face as I looked towards the couch. His sleeping face wasn't his normal angry face... no. It was more of a sad one. Suddenly he started crying in his sleep, like he was in pain. I rushed over to him and threw a blanket over him.

I decided to sit down and started rubbing his back till he calmed down a bit. Soon I walked to the bedroom and plopped down on my bed. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the flower from earlier. "This is a kinda random thing to be carrying around... a flower. I'm so confused. I'm so worried. Is Shota alright?"

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