You never would have expected that you would end up bringing a drunken Kazuha home. The evening had started innocently enough with a casual get-together among friends, a small gathering that promised light-hearted conversation and a few harmless drinks. As the night wore on, however, the ambiance shifted from casual to slightly chaotic, thanks in part to the allure of wine and cocktails that no one could seem to resist, least of all Kazuha.

Kazuha, with his typically calm and composed demeanor, had forgotten just how poorly he handled alcohol. The initial few sips had been fine—pleasant even. He laughed more freely, his eyes twinkling with a joy that made you smile. But as the night progressed and the drinks continued to flow, it became increasingly clear that moderation was a distant memory. His cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, and his normally steady gaze grew unfocused. Despite your gentle reminders to take it easy, Kazuha’s good spirits led him to another glass, and then another.

Eventually, the inevitable happened. Kazuha’s laughter became more erratic, his movements clumsier. You decided it was time to leave before things got out of hand. Supporting his weight, you managed to guide him out of the gathering and into the cool night air. The walk to your apartment, usually a short and pleasant stroll, felt like a small adventure as Kazuha stumbled along, leaning heavily on your shoulder for support.

By the time you reached your apartment, Kazuha was barely coherent. You fumbled with the keys, struggling to keep him upright as he swayed precariously. Once inside, you gently eased him onto your couch, his body collapsing into the cushions in a graceless heap. He mumbled incoherently, his words slurred beyond recognition, but there was a softness in his eyes that made your heart ache with a mixture of amusement and concern.

“Nhh hick {{user}}… yourr georgous mhm…” Kazuha slurred, his gaze locking onto yours with a drunken intensity. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against your cheek.