i’m bad at house parties, but the bit with the pool has actually happened before. huh. also this is kinda long because apparently whenever i summon the motivation to write i invest too much into it ?? also pls do say if there’s spelling mistakes, i wrote fast because I HAD AN IDEA + MOTIVATION which is v rare
Kisumi was missing in the crowd, as per usual. Every time you went to a house party, you pretty much always ended up left, on your own, usually sober, waiting for your pink-haired friend to either pass out from over-consumption of alcohol, or for the host to kick you out. Of course, tonight was no different, but much to your dismay, the host on this particular occasion seemed to have no intent of ending the party any time soon. Which meant you could be here for a while. Which would be fine, honestly… If Kisumi hadn’t actually gone missing.
Normally, not seeing him for an hour or so was ok, but he’d been gone ever since you crossed the threshold, and, given that some of the people at the party weren’t known for having a stellar reputation, you couldn’t help but worry. If he was intoxicated, then who knows what he could be getting up to?!
“Excuse me, have you seen… Er… My friend? About this tall, pink hair?” Alas, not a single person you asked had actually seen him. It wasn’t as though he was hard to spot; he was pretty tall, after all, and his hair made him stand out from the crowd, but amongst the throng of drunk teenagers packed into one vastly overheated living room, it was almost impossible to see over the heads of people. You could only muster the willpower to ask a few more people before giving up, and perching on the back door leading to the garden.
At least it’s cooler out here…
You were barely sat there for a matter of moments before a familiar voice came from the other end of the garden. Or was that…?
“Oh my gosh.“
Kisumi jumped over the fence of the garden next door to the house, absolutely drenched and looking rather pleased with himself. Several others accompanied him, arms slung around their shoulders as they chanted and yelled in a way that only the drunk could. Although his eyes were hazy and his steps were precarious, Kisumi seemed to be doing alright… Well, apart from his obviously drenched clothing.
“Kisumi!!” His eyes lit up when he saw you, goofy grin spreading across his face as he bounded towards you, almost as though he were a dog, separated from their owner for too long.
“____!!” Rushing towards him with similar urgency - you told yourself it was to make sure he didn’t trip; no way in hell were you giving him the satisfaction of knowing how glad you were to see him again - you grasped his shoulders, forcing his much-too-happy face closer to yours so he’d fully understand how worried you were.
“Kisumi,” when you said his name again, his smile fell, but you thought nothing of it and continued talking. “I cannot believe you would just run off like that! Where the hell have you been, even?!” He was smirking, now, face and body uncomfortably close to yours. You figured it was just part of his drunken nature, and so ignored it. “Your clothes are soaking… Don’t tell me that you went in the neighbour’s pool…”
Sighing, you trailed off, removing your eyes from his dripping clothes and returning your gaze to his. His eyes were dark, a sultry smile on his face as he edged even closer to you.
“Hey… ____… Say my name again…” His words weren’t even all that slurred, but you weren’t paying much attention to his speech when his wandering hands trailed down your back, pulling you in closer.
He didn’t even allow time for you to finish your sentence, clumsy lips crashing into yours, the taste of alcohol strong as he pressed against you, ensuring that your bodies touched in every possible way. His soaked clothes were dampening your own, long fingers caressing your face in a rather crass manner indicative of his intoxicated state. You were shocked - was this just his inebriation? The confusion in your heart welled over when his tongue pried open your lips, and the moral ambiguity of kissing someone who was so drunk they barely knew what they were doing got the better of you. That, and the alcohol on his tongue really didn’t taste great.
Pushing him away, perhaps a little too forcefully, he fell backwards onto the patio, amethyst eyes blurry as he rubbed at them, exaggerated confusion expressed on his face. He looked like he was about to cry even as you offered him your hand to help him up. As he fell into your arms once more, he was mumbling something about his name under his breath, but you couldn’t really hear exactly what he was saying through his slurred speech. You knew that you had to speak to him about this, just… Later.
“Come on… Let’s get you home.”
Waking up the next morning on your sofa with still-damp clothes was a harsh reminder of the boy sleeping in your bed upstairs, and, more importantly, the events of last night… He was going to have one hell of a hangover. Leaving a glass of water and some effective hangover medicine on the bedside table, you figured that making a good breakfast would be the best way to wake up what was probably going to be an extremely hungover Kisumi. After all, this wasn’t the first time that something like this had happened, and you just thanked your lucky stars that, this time, your parents weren’t home to witness the spectacle that was a hungover, usually half-naked, Kisumi. Taking one last look at his sleeping figure, serene in blissful ignorance of the pain he’d be in when he awoke, a small smile crept across your face. You didn’t know if he would remember the kiss, but hell… If it had meant something, then you certainly wouldn’t object to it.
It didn’t take long for the smell of breakfast to drift upstairs and awaken Kisumi, and by the time you were plating up, the dull thud of his footsteps coming down the stairs could be heard. Grimacing and bracing yourself for the worst, you directed your gaze towards the kitchen doorway, where, soon enough, there stood a half-naked, still damp, frowning Kisumi.
“Sh…” He had one hand covering his eyes, massaging at his temples, the other waving in your direction to indicate his desire for your silence. Even Kisumi wasn’t his normal self when he had a hangover, and really, it was quite a spectacle.
“Oh, so you don’t want breakfast, then?” You could swear he practically growled, reluctantly plodding over to the kitchen counter and taking a seat. “Thought so.”
“Just… Please… Don’t talk so loud… And tell the lights to go away.” He sniffed, bleary eyes narrowed in an attempt to block out the offending light. Despite his slow movements and complaints, as soon as you placed the chopsticks in front of him, Kisumi was hoovering up the noodles and miso soup in no time, obviously ravenous despite his ailment.
“Hm. I wonder if that hangover is as bad as you’re pretending…” Starting at your own meal, you eyed him from across the table, watching some of the colour return to his face as he ate.
“’s not the worst…” He smiled, a little sheepishly, up at you, before continuing. “Why am I wet, by the way?“
Your heart fell a little when he said that. Looks like he couldn’t remember anything after all.
“Oh, y’know, something, something, alcohol, something, neighbour’s pool.” You smirked at him over the bowl when his jaw dropped, burying his face in his hands moments later.
“Ah… I’m so sorry, ____… I really do need you to babysit me when I’m drunk after all, huh?” he paused for a moment, considering you carefully. “Anything else happen I should know about?”
His expression wasn’t giving anything away, and, honestly, you wondered if you should actually tell him. If it had just been a drunk thing, then telling him now could make it awkward between the two of you. There had been flirtatious behaviour here and there before the incident, yes, but that was just Kisumi’s nature… He flirted with practically everyone, and you just figured that your close friendship didn’t spare you from that. But either way… It was going to eat away at you unless you told him, and if it did become awkward, then you could just play it down and pretend you didn’t care, right? Of course.
“____?” Kisumi looked a little concerned as he repeated your name - he was more awake now; not so hunched over the counter, sleep rubbed from his eyes leaving them clear, if hooded a little. You glanced down and found yourself wishing he was actually wearing a shirt.
“You kissed me.” Perhaps that was too blunt. Judging by the look on Kisumi’s face… Yes. Yes that was definitely too blunt. Coughing quietly to try and cover up the awkward silence between the two of you, your mind raced to try and find something, anything, to say that would relieve the tension that filled the room.
“Oops.” Kisumi’s reaction took you by surprise - over the initial shock, he now seemed to be smiling bashfully, teeth worrying the corner of his lip. Eyes downcast, they flickered back up to meet yours, before dashing back down to the bowl of miso soup in front of him. “Did I really?“
You didn’t have the courage to vocally affirm, so simply nodded slowly, watching his every move warily.
“Ah, damn…” Kisumi sighed, shoulders slumping as raised his gaze to your own. “I bet I said something weird about my name, too…?”
Again, you nodded, holding in your giggles. So that was what he was muttering about.
“I was waiting to use that line on you, y’know.”
“Huh?” Had he just said that?
“Sober, of course. Getting drunk and then… Doing… That… Wasn’t my intention, ____…” The awkward grin only grew greater in size, and he sighed softly. “Guess last night blew my cover, huh?“
By this point, you could feel your cheeks heating up, already anticipating what he was implying.
“Would you let me try again?”
You couldn’t even move any more - you didn’t even have the faintest idea that Kisumi was actually interested in you in any way, and now… This? He was moving, leaning over the counter, face slowly approaching your own; he was definitely saying something, too…
“____? Are you listening?” He was unreasonably close now, and you blinked a few times - maybe you were still dreaming?
“… Say my name.”