Kuroko no Basket One Shots - One More Shot

Drunk - Chihiro

| Mayzumi Chihiro |

He came home drunk. Again. The pungent smell of alcohol, the quiet, mumbled talking, thumps of heavy, sloppy footsteps, you were all too familiar with it. You'd find yourself waking up in the middle of the night, exhausted, eye bags as deep as the Pacific Ocean, only just to aid your drunk boyfriend.

Quiet was all he would be during the day. Never did you get the chance to lay down in his arms, watching a movie, or out on a date at a nice restaurant. Instead, he'd leave in the evening, ignoring every call, text, voicemail, and come home drunk off his ass. He was the loudest then.

He'd talk about how you weren't ever there for him, how he wished that there was someone better for him, even though he didn't even deserve better. You even preferred for lonely nights, instead of ones that deprived you of sleep, nights full of worry and distress.

The next morning was nothing of an improvement. The house would blow up in screaming matches.

But why didn't you ever leave? It was a question that you had asked yourself thousands of times. He had even asked you the same question, why didn't you ever leave?

You need me, you'd reply, you need me, you're incapable of being alone.

Maybe you've got it wrong, maybe you need me, you're the one that's incapable of being alone.

And you'd deny over and over every single time. But the words would come back ringing in your head every second. Was that true? Were you the one that was out of their mind from the thought of having no one?

Then he'd come home drunk two nights later, after sighing and promising it won't happen again.

That's all you guys were. The quiet, mumbled talking, screaming matches, heavy footsteps, lack of sleep, that was it.

Drifting away from each other; quiet, mumbled talking when together; heavy footsteps when apart; confessing and forgetting; that was you and him. He was reality, while you were in a daydream, not being able to do the right thing, going against your mind and following your body.

And in a way, the both of you were drunk.