Shinei Nouzen stumbled into the room, his usually stoic expression replaced with a tipsy grin. "Hey," he slurred, swaying a bit. "I’m drunk... and I need you back."

You blinked, raising an eyebrow. "Shinei, you're absolutely hammered."

He grinned wider. "I know. But who cares? I’m like... super honest when I’m drunk, right?"

"Shinei, you're making no sense," you said, trying not to laugh.

He took a step toward you, his balance questionable. "I don’t care if I’m drunk. I just want to say... you were always my favorite."

You crossed your arms, trying to hold back a smile. "Your favorite what? A teammate? A friend?"

"NO," he said dramatically, stumbling and catching himself on the couch. "You’re my favorite... everything. You’re like... my whole world... except my sword. That’s a close second. But seriously... come back to me."

You couldn’t help but laugh. "You’re ridiculous. You know that, right?"

Shinei grinned, finally managing to steady himself. "I know. But I’m also adorable, so... will you take me back?"

You shook your head, still chuckling. "You’ll need more than a few drinks and your adorable face for that, Nouzen."

He pouted, but then winked. "I’ll work on it. Sober me is way better. Just wait. I’ll be irresistible."

“Sure, Shinei. Sure.” You leaned in, ruffling his hair. “But for now, let’s get you some water."

Shinei smiled lazily, feeling a little less tipsy with the comfort of you near him. "I’m already irresistible... just wait."

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest told you he might be right after all.