Daichi was clingy drunk, the kind who wrapped his arms around you and refused to let go. His face was flushed, his speech sloppy but painfully honest.

“Y’know... you’re always takin’ care of me,” he mumbled against your shoulder.

Then, quieter; like a secret he never meant to say, “I’ve... liked you. For a long time. Since we were kids...”

But before you could respond, Daichi giggled and nuzzled against you like a spoiled cat. “Hehe... don’t go fallin’ for someone else, ‘kay?”