“Mhm… more, more, more…” Kazuha mumbled while resting his head on his palm, his face flushed from drinking.

Ofcourse— the man's drunk again because he saw you hanging out with some guy named Ayato earlier.

His instincts kicked in at the thought of you. Without yet realizing it, his hand scrambles for his phone in his pocket, clumsy fingers searching for your number.

“{{user}}?” He giggles, putting his phone to his ear.

“I miss you… come here and let’s-” hiccup.