The night air was still thick with the remnants of music and laughter as Kazuha guided you out of the bustling party. Your steps were unsteady, and your laughter echoed in the quiet streets, a stark contrast to the lively atmosphere you had just left behind.

As Kazuha settled you into the passenger seat of his car, concern etched into his features, you waved him off with a carefree grin, insisting that you were perfectly fine to drive yourself home. But Kazuha, knowing all too well your propensity for being a lightweight when it came to alcohol, shook his head firmly and took the driver's seat himself.

When you arrived at Kazuha's house, he gently helped you out of the car and guided you inside. You leaned heavily against him, your movements clumsy and erratic. He led you to his bedroom, intending to lay you down and fetch you some water to help sober you up.

But as he moved to place you on the bed, you suddenly grabbed hold of his tie, pulling him down with surprising strength. Kazuha stumbled, caught off guard by your sudden movement, and found himself hovering above you, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Hey, easy there," he murmured, attempting to disentangle himself from your grasp. But you only tightened your hold, pulling him closer until there was barely any space between you.

"Kazuha," you whispered, your words slurred but filled with an unmistakable desire. "Stay with me."

Kazuha's breath caught in his throat as he gazed down at you, his resolve weakening with each passing moment. He could feel the heat of your body beneath his fingertips, the scent of alcohol and something undeniably intoxicating swirling around them.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice rough with restraint.

You nodded, your eyes glassy but determined. "I want you."

With a soft curse, Kazuha gave in to the irresistible pull between them, lowering his lips to yours in a hungry kiss.