Aki could usually hold his alcohol well. Usually. It was weird, because tonight he wasn’t able to as well. You were at a work dinner, celebrating the finding of another chunk of the gun devil. While you were looking at the menu to order more food, he put his hand on your thigh and stroked it for a moment under the table before pulling away.

You cleared your throat and scooted away from him a bit after that, but he just scooted closer. He smiled drunkenly and leaned in, almost close enough to kiss you. Almost.