#drunkdial

Rather than getting a proper text back, Ryuzaki was greeted by a message of jumbled up letters, followed by a call from his fiance. Otogi nearly dropped his phone before realizing that it was dialing the other. Oh... Welp, that worked too!

He nearly swayed side to side as he waited for the brunette to pick up. But once Ryuzaki did...

He calls her when he’s drunk, and she answers every time.

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“I told you I can’t carry you around, genius.” She huffs, shifting uncomfortably under his weight as she half-dragged - half-carried him to her apartment. “You’re too big and heavy.”

He mumbles something in response, his head rolling against hers and gently butting her hair with his nose. “But you’re doing such a good job.” He mumbles, eyes closed and completely trusting her to take care of him. “And you smell so good.” 

She feels a shiver go down her spine at his words and tilts her head to give him a look. “Quiet. Behave.”

“Make me, darling.” 

She drops him then, stopping in front of her door and giving him a withering look. “I’m doing this ONLY because I would feel terrible if you got mugged on your way back home. Don’t make me regret it.” 

He blinks up at her, half sleepy and half amused. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll be a good boy.”

“This is the third time this week.” She mutters, unlocking the door and pushing it open.

“I had a rough week.” He says quietly, looking down at the floor and playing with his fingers. 

“I’m not your girlfriend anymore.” 

“I know.”

“We’re not supposed to be talking to each other.”

“I know.”

“You can’t call me every time you’re drunk.”

“You’re all I think about.”

“You need to move on.”

“I could move on with you.”

She rolls her eyes, smacking his shoulder and holding her hands out for him to take to help him up. “Don’t be ridiculous.” 

He stares up at her hands for a moment before taking them both, and instead of helping himself up, he pulls her down on top of him. “I’m serious.” He murmurs, curling his fingers in her hair before cupping her face. “I’m so fucking serious, baby.”

“Don’t do it.”

“I can’t stop.” 

“... You need to. You’re drunk. Again.”

“And you’re home alone.” He murmurs, leaning in, pressing light kisses to her cheek, slowly kissing down her jaw and neck, dragging his hand down her back, and pulling her closer. “I love you.”

She doesn’t answer, half feeling herself tear up even as she tilts her head back for him, her heart almost beating out of her chest. “Stop it.” She finally manages to say.