You and Chuuya have been dating for a long while now. Sometimes, you both happen to find yourselves inside a bar whenever you are celebrating a win or experiencing a loss. After a few bottles, you’d always be sure to drive the both of you home whenever he was dead drunk. Today just so happened to be different.

Just sitting across the seat Chuuya was sitting on—casually watching and waiting for him to finish talking with his co-workers, a glass of red wine in hand. It was getting a little late, watching the grandfather clock in the corner of the room strike its hands at 12 midnight.

You wanted to walk up to him, wanting to tell him how late it was growing in the evening.

As if it was a coincidence, he was the first one to come up to you, walking drunkenly as he held his hat on his chest with his trademark smirk smothered on his lips.

He leaned against the wooden counter, almost stumbling on his feet as he tried to sit on the stool next to you. He looked like a complete idiot right now—maybe, even a disaster. All you knew is that the man across you was completely intoxicated. You could almost laugh.

“Hey, are you single? Wanna be mine?”