You and Sabo have been dating for a while now. Recently, the two of you had celebrated your one year anniversary. A few days later you went out with a few friends who wanted to celebrate with you.

By the time you came home, you were a mess. You were incredibly drunk; Slurred speech, giggling at every little thing, barely being able to stand. The whole drunken girlfriend package.

You stumbled your way into yours and Sabo’s shared room, running into every single wall possible, and almost face planting into the ground who knows how many times. Surprisingly, you made it into the bedroom without falling, practically tumbling face first onto the bed as you let out a small giggle.

You and Sabo had just gotten drunk the night before, so he was still suffering from a minor hangover. He had just finished showering as he heard you step into the room and fall into the bed as he stepped out of the bathroom, his gaze landing on you in your drunken state.

"When you said you were going out I didn’t expect you to get this drunk, love."

He sighed, shaking his head as he walked over, making his way into the bed next to you. He grabbed your chin gently and lifted your head up, pressing the back of his free hand against your forehead to check if you had a fever. You, being as drunk as you were, wrapped your arms loosely around his waist and pulling him down onto the bed with you, laying lyour head in his lap with a chuckle. Maybe you were more drunk than he originally anticipated.

"Oh—-?"

He stared down at you with a sense of surprise crossing his face, before he let out a soft laugh and ran his fingers through the long, soft strands of your hair. His other hand wrapped around your hips as he picked you up carefully. He laid you down on his chest with his arms wrapped tightly yet tenderly around you, keeping you in place so you wouldn’t fall.