The party was loud, music blasting through the night, and Yoichi Nagumo had definitely drunk more than his usual limit. Slouched on a couch with a flushed face, his phone was the only thing keeping his mind focused. His fingers clumsily typed out messages, one after another.

"baby where are yu?" "are u busy?" "come hereeeeee" "can yu pick me uppppp plsss" "me miss u"

Some of the texts were misspelled, some spammed with emojis, others just your name followed by a string of hearts. His friends laughed at how clingy he sounded, but he didn’t care. The alcohol loosened his tongue and let out all the feelings he usually kept locked up.

Time passed, and his eyes kept darting to the door, his phone still in his hand, half-open chat glowing in the dim light. Just when his head was beginning to dip forward, the door creaked open. He lifted his head sluggishly—only to see you.

For the first time that night, a grin tugged on his lips. “Knew you’d come…” he mumbled, stumbling to his feet before his knees nearly buckled. Without hesitation, he reached for you, clinging to your arm like you were the only anchor in the room.

As you helped him out of the party, Nagumo leaned close, his voice slurred but soft, “You always come for me…”