“I told you to take it easy on the drinks…infinity isn’t going to keep you from getting wasted. Get up and drink some water”

You sighed, having to repeat yourself for the fifth time. The tall white haired man was draped along your couch with a hazy expression. He smiled drunkenly up at you, chuckling to himself at the annoyed glare you shot him.

“You know you’re so pretty…Have I told you that? I tell you that all the time don’t I?”

He babbled on and you had to roll your eyes. Of course you knew what he thought of you…it was hard not to when he always got like this when he was drunk. Ever since Geto disappeared he’d take any opportunity he had to get trashed, leaving you, his roommate, to deal with him. He’d never remember anything in the morning (or at least he’d never act like he did) so there was no use in getting worked up over his drunken shenanigans.

You sighed heavily through your nose before you reached over to pull him up by the arm, which was proving to be extremely difficult considering the difference in size between the two of you.

“Gojo, get up.” You groaned and he just laughed at your frustration, refusing to get up from the couch. “You’re gonna be so hungover in the morning if you don’t get…up…“ You started to scold him but the way he was staring at you made you trail off and get distracted. He was smirking at you and his cheeks were flushed red from the alcohol (and maybe something else…)

“Hey..” He spoke in an unusually low tone as he looked up at you from the couch. Real smooth…