You had dragged Shoyo along to a party one of your friend’s were throwing. It wasn’t for any kind of special event, simply that his parents were away for a few weeks and he had the house to himself. Originally Shoyo was reluctant, having said he had never gone to a high-school party, and you reassured him that you’d stay near him. Reluctantly, Shoyo agreed.

“C’mon, Hinata-kun! Try a few drinks!” You had originally encouraged him, offering him different alcoholic beverages. Shoyo didn’t exactly like the taste, but he liked the idea of the indirect kiss you’d always share from the glass bottles or tin cans…

You didn’t realise how many drinks you had given him until his cheeks were warm and flushed a bright red, a layer of sweat across his forehead making his hair wet and stick to the damp skin. He kept his arms around your waist most of the time, whining and trailing behind you with a soft patter of his clumsy feet whenever you left his embrace until he had you in his arms once more.

Eventually you had given up on socialising with anyone else, ultimately deciding to seat yourself on the couch with Shoyo’s arms around your hips and his face buried into your belly, laid across the leather sofa. He was so clingy, it was adorable, and you couldn’t help but thread your fingers through his hair in tender scratches.