Sigma woke up with a headache, nausea, and completely disoriented. Where was he? He opened his eyes with difficulty, unable to recognize the room he was in.

It wasn't his room, that was clear. It wasn't Fyodor's or Dazai's room either. So, where?

He tried to remember. The party. Agatha singing. Fyodor twerking. Dazai and Chuuya trying to devour each other with kisses. His memories reached up to there.

It didn't help that, as soon as he turned around to get up, he came face-to-face with Gogol next to him. Naturally, he screamed and kicked him out of bed.

Gogol fell to the floor, already awake, and wanted to protest, but Sigma grabbed a pillow and hit him with it without giving him a chance to catch his breath.

"You, you damn piece of shit!" he yelled, "WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING HERE?"

"Ow! Ouch! Wait a moment! Ow!" the Ukrainian complained.

The bicolor-haired young man stopped attacking, but glared at him.

"I hope (and you better) have a good explanation for this," he warned.

"Of course, I do!" Nikolai exclaimed, offended, "But, hey, just in case, if I didn't, what then?"

Sigma threatened him with the pillow. Gogol raised his hands in surrender.

"Alright, alright, I got it! You can put down the pillow," he said, "Remember the party?"

"Yes."

"So I suppose you remember everything going to hell with drunk Agatha and Fyodor, and Dazai trying to get all frisky with his boyfriend in front of everyone."

"Yeah..."

"Well, after that, Agatha forced you to drink, and you drank too much, so" he shrugged "you were drunk."

Sigma wrinkled his nose.

"And you took advantage of that to get me into bed? You damn scoundrel."

"If you put it that way, it sounds really bad," the albino admitted, "But that's not what actually happened.

"Spill."

"First off, I admit I was also pretty tipsy, but sober enough not to make too many stupid decisions. The thing is, you stumbled, and I caught you, and you asked me to take you home. The problem is, I don't know where your home is."

"Excuses."

Nikolai smiled slightly.

"Maybe. What happened next is that I called a taxi and brought you here. That was it."

"Sure, and why were you sleeping next to me then?" he inquired, offended.

"The answer is simple, dear Sigma," Gogol replied, "and that is that this is my bed."

"You could have left me on the couch."

 "I wanted to be hospitable, you can't blame me for that."

Sigma calmed down, for the moment. But then he realized he was only wearing a t-shirt and underwear.

"Gogol, where's my clothes?"

Just seeing his partner pale and then turn as red as a tomato made him furious. He threw the pillow aside and lunged at his partner, hitting him with his fists.

"You perverted bastard! Sick freak!" he yelled, while Gogol tried to defend himself from his attacks. "You're a disgrace, Gogol! Go to hell!"

"Ow! I'd gladly do that, but I think Dazai-kun is still with Chuuya and Dos-kun at the club. Ow! Hey, you're going too far!"

The gray-eyed one gave him a final punch right on the nose and got up, glaring at him.

"My clothes, Gogol," he demanded.

"Behind the fridge," the albino pointed out sadly, holding his nose. "Just to make it clear, it wasn't my intention to take advantage of you, okay?"

The young man didn't listen to him. He grabbed his clothes and got dressed quickly, muttering suggestions about where Nikolai could stick his excuses.

"Hey, Sigma," the Ukrainian called, approaching him, "I'm sorry, okay?"

They looked at each other, and Sigma didn't respond. Gogol, on the other hand, didn't know if it was just him, but now that he looked at him closely, the bicolor-haired guy looked really cute. He had an elegant nose (yes, he knew it sounded ridiculous, but there was no other way to describe it), and his skin seemed so soft that he felt like touching it.

Meanwhile, Sigma felt uncomfortable under the clown's gaze, as if he were a rare specimen or a laboratory rat (because Fyodor was the only rat in the group). Still, he couldn't help but think about how good the albino looked with his hair down, reaching past his waist.

After the silence, Sigma cleared his throat.

"Ahem... What are you staring at so much?" he asked with haughtiness.

"Uh...! I... Umm, no, nothing," Gogol pointed to the couch. "Your stuff is over there."

"Oh, alright, thanks."

The discomfort had become too much, and Sigma practically rushed to the furniture to collect his things and leave as soon as possible. He said goodbye to Nikolai and bolted out of there. Once on the street, he started checking that everything was in place. He felt his phone vibrate and took it out to check. It was a message.

Sigmaaaaa-kuuun 8:12 am

(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠) 8:13 am

Ur awake? 8:13

👀 8:13

Sigma sighed and answered.

Yes, Dazai-kun. I'm awake. 8:13

What do you need? 8:14

A call came in, and he answered.

"Hello?"

"SIGMAA-KUUUN!" Dazai shouted from the other end of the line, nearly deafening Sigma. "Good morning!"

"G-Good morning, Dazai-kun," he greeted, still dazed.

"Last night's party got a little out of hand, didn't it?"

Sigma already knew where Dazai was going with this.

"What can I do for you, Dazai-kun?" he asked, already anticipating the answer.

"Well, you see, I'm here with Chuuya..."

"Where is 'here' exactly?"

"'Here' is at a motel on the other side of town."

At that moment, the idea of banging his head against the wall sounded rather appealing, but he resisted. He was used to being treated as the emergency contact by his friends.

"Of course. Send me the address, I'll cover the motel."

"I knew I could count on you! I already sent the address. Bye-bye!" And he hung up.

He sighed and looked at Gogol's apartment door. A warmth filled his chest. What was this feeling?

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