Koujaku's POV

"You're so warm..." (Y/N) quietly said to me. I couldn't help but smile. He was so cute when he's drunk. In fact, the way he was clinging to me almost reminded me of walking with Aoba when he was little.

"C'mon (Y/N). Let's get you cleaned up."

After letting him use the facilities, I sat (Y/N) on the bathroom sink, and washed off his face and hands. He didn't really say anything to oppose this, he just sat quietly and let me groom him. I brushed my hands through his hair. It still felt fresh from a salon; soft and perfect.

"Why're you petting me?" (Y/N) looked up at me, his (E/C) eyes clouded with alcohol.

"Because I like touching your hair," I answered straight forwardly. "It's soft and nice. And I love the colour... is it natural?"

"Yeah *hic!* It's the same colour as my mom's," (Y/N) yawned into his hand. I almost couldn't believe how drunk he was. Even I drank quite a bit, but I wasn't nearly as tipsy as him.

"You're so cute, (Y/N)," I smiled, and (Y/N)'s eyes widened. His cheeks turned slightly redder than before. And the longer our silence lasted, the more flustered he became.

"Do you think... m-maybe... there's a chance..." (Y/N)'s words trailed off and he fiddled with his thumbs nervously. His face was now a bright shade of red, and I think I could see beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

"A chance for what?"

I thought that asking that would help him ask, but (Y/N) just looked more frustrated. His lips pursed into a tight line and his eyebrows furrowed.

"I-I.. uh.." With uneven, slightly shaky hand movement, (Y/N) lifted his hands up to the back of my neck, clasping his fingers behind my head. I was a bit surprised, and wasn't sure how to react at first, but he gently pulled my head down towards him. With a soft sweetness, our lips came together naturally. It was almost as though they were meant for eachother--

What is happening?!?!

It took a moment before I came to my senses, but, this guy I just met was kissing me!! I didn't even realize he was gay!

Well, I had to admit, I couldn't blame him for wanting to get his lips on me.

But this wasn't the time or place!

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And I'm not gay!!

(Y/N)'s POV

Before I really figured out what was going on, my mouth was on his. Koujaku's lips were soft and warm. I thought it was a good kiss, but, maybe not... because when I opened my eyes, Koujaku didn't look as happy as I had felt.

"Um.. maybe we should get you somewhere you can lie down.." He suggested, lifting me up off of the bathroom sink. I felt a great sense of disappointed, and ultimately rejected. I just sighed and layed my head on Koujaku's shoulder, allowing him to carry me out of the bar.

The Next Day

When I woke up the next morning, not only was my head pounding painfully, but I had no idea where I was. I sat up slowly, my tired muscles cracking, and glanced around.

The room I was in was filled with computers and mess. There were clothes hung off of hooks on the wall, and miscellaneous objects scattered across the floor. In the corner of the room, I spotted a familiar face.

"Oh, you're up," Aoba smiled.

"Uh, yeah.." I rubbed my eyes. "I can't remember last night at all."

"Koujaku told me you just passed out," Aoba said scratching his head. "Then he passed me your unconcious body and told me to take you home with me. Oh, but don't worry, he isn't the type to do anything bad."

Anything bad? As I contemplated just what he was talking about, I remembered one key detail of the night before.

I kissed him, right?

I definitely did.

Fuck, he must have been so weirded out.

"So, do you want breakfast?" Aoba asked. "Granny already made some."

"No thanks. I think I'll throw up if I ate..."  I placed a hand over my belly. It was empty, but that was probably a good thing. "I'm just going to go home. My brother is probably worried."

"Yeah alright. Oh, but give me your number first. You know, so we can keep in touch."

After exchanging info with Aoba, I put on my coat and shoes and started my walk home. It was still sort of old out, and there was dew covering the nearby signs. I suppose it was getting closer to winter. I couldn't stand winter, though. I much preferred the summer, when I didn't have to rely on a jacket to not freeze to death.

When I got home, I stepped up to my front porch and opened the door. Inside, seated at the dining table was my brother, Kyuta.

"I'm home."

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Wow. Your first drunk, bathroom kiss. So romantic... anyway, vote follow and all that shit. Also read my other stories if you're interested. Peace~