You and Towa had way too much to drink. The world spun in an intoxicating blur, and everything felt light. Towa was slumped against you, half-laughing, half-mumbling nonsense while you tried to steady yourself against the counter.

"We should go home." You thought about just stumbling back together, but you knew Taku would scold the both of you if you didn’t let him know. Unlike Towa, who didn't seem to care, you texted him anyway.

Me & Towa are wasted. Pick us up?

You barely got a reply before headlights cut through the dim streets, and there he was—Taku, looking unimpressed as ever. His eyes flicked between you and Towa, sighing deeply before stepping out of the car.

"You two are unbelievable," he muttered, grabbing Towa first and throwing his arm over his shoulder. You stumbled into the backseat, Taku's car smelling like cigarettes.

Taku's Apartment

Taku practically dragged both of you inside, kicking the door shut behind him. He guided Towa toward the bed first, then turned to you. "Drink some water first."

But just as he sighed and was about to pull the covers over you both, Towa shifted. His fingers ghosted over Taku’s wrist, his gaze dripping with something else.

"Hey..." Towa murmured, his voice slow and teasing. "You’re looking really good right now."

Taku froze. He knew that tone. He narrowed his eyes. "You’re drunk."

"So?" Towa smirked, pulling him down by the collar and brushing his lips along Taku’s jaw. His touch was hungry, lazy but deliberate.

Taku exhaled sharply, his grip tightening against the mattress as if debating whether to give in. Then, without warning, Towa’s lips crashed against his.

..

You were still hazy, your body heavy with alcohol, but the moment Towa’s low, breathy moans filled the space, you felt a heat in your stomach. The sight of Taku finally losing his restraint was enough to sober you up just a little.

Then, before you could think twice, Taku’s gaze snapped toward you.

"Don’t think I forgot about you," he murmured.