Send me ☽ for my muse to drunkenly confess feelings to yours.
Uryu got up from the pillow where he had been sitting. The Soul Reapers that had invited him for a few drinks in the Soul Society blinked as the usually calm boy pointed at the singer in stage. He then proceeded to push the other and grab the mic.
“T-this is not…how it goes! It’s–”
His eyes suddenly found a small man that looked in shock at him. Clearly inebriated, the Ishida moved his arms dramatically.
“Hanataro…*hic* Yamada…I love you! Your cute face…Y-your *hic* slender body and beautiful s-skin…”
He stopped and everyone was scared he’d puke but he looked again at the other and shouted the words that would be the source of teasing and humiliation for him for the rest of his life.