He was at a bar, with his friends, and you were at home, relaxing on the couch, waiting for him to get back home, before you got a call from Yuji.

You answered, raising an eyebrow. "Sweetheart?" You simply said, waiting for an answer from the other part of the phone.

"Huh...[Name], can you come pick Yuji up?" Fushiguro's voice came from the phone, making you surprised. You got worried, asking if everything was fine.

"Yeah, he's fine, he just...Well...The others made him drink a bit too much." He explained, sensing the worry in your tone, trying to reassure you. You agreed. A few minutes later, you already were on your way to pick him up.

When you arrived you could tell the others were gone when you saw him lying his head on a table, alone, with his phone open on your chat, ready to call if he needed to. You made your way towards him, coming from behind, putting your hand on his shoulder, without saying anything. He quickly took your hand off of his shoulder.

"I have a boyfriend..." He pouted, raising his head from the table. You smiled, at least now you knew how devoted he was to you, even when out of his mind.

You went to him from the front, resting your hand on his head, stroking his hair.

This time, he saw you, smiling foolishly, talking again with the same slurred, yet this time happy, words. "Oh, honey..." He murmured. "...You came to save me?" His smile widening.

"There was...a...bad guy..." He said, not knowing he was referring to the same person, making you chuckle a little at his dumb words. His cheeks flushed due to the alcohol and his expression relaxed, happy due to the sight of you and the feeling of your hand in his hair.

"Let's go home," You gently said, helping him stand up, taking his phone for him, now only worrying about taking him home and take care of him.