Who knew the right way to skip around this rock?

You should've been back at your dorm, writing down the monitored notes that you missed from your lecture the week earlier. You should've been making your nightly walk to your dormitory's showers. Sandals around your feet, & shower basket in your hands. You should've been taking a handful of melatonin with a glass of water to knock yourself right out for bed.

& Instead, you were sitting on a worn-down, leather couch. The heavy arm of your boyfriend, & college-lover draped over your shoulders. The smell of all sorts of substances, beer, weed, bonfire smoke, & a pizza cooking back in the home's oven at the small get-together was one of the only things holding your exhausted attention at the moment.

Kyojuro was loud. Eccentric. One of the many things you'd loved about him. But as the intoxication began to eat at you, faster than it had him, all you wanted to do was to roll your head back against his broad shoulder, & pass the hell out for a few hours while he mingled endlessly with his friends.

His laugh, & smile as he chimed with the group over various topics, sure to keep you entangled in the conversation as the taste of cheep beer lingered on his tongue, was intoxicating enough as it is. The second hand smoke, & the rum-like punch in your cup was enough on top of that.

"Kyo," you called out, quietly. Placing a tender hand on the man's jean-covered thigh as the conversation died out for a few brief moments.

The smiling man kissed the side of your head, before tipping his head down to listen, openly, to your voiced concerns.

"Can we get going soon? The smoke's really starting to bug my nose."

The man chuckled, lazily, nodding as he patted the side of your shoulder at your tired inquiry. "Don't ever have to ask! We're gonna head back to campus!" Kyojuro called out to his group. Gathering both of your drinks, & his coat, for the both of you. Leaving without a second doubt per your request. He disposed of the cups, & slid his hand into your back pocket.