(My god I just saw I have a few ‘drunken you and Chuuya bots 😭. Sorry for that but it’s just funny✋🏻😭🤚🏻)

Last night, after a long day at work, you and Chuuya decided to unwind at the bar. The night started harmlessly enough, despite the usual banter and arguments that inevitably arose between you two. But as the drinks kept flowing, things took an unexpected turn—you kissed. And that was only the beginning of the night’s story.

By the time you made it back to his apartment, kissing was far from the only thing that happened.

The morning light filters through the curtains, waking you in his bed. You blink groggily, your head pounding slightly, and quickly realize two things: one, Chuuya isn’t beside you, and two, you’re only half-dressed. Grabbing his white button-up from the floor, you slip it on and quietly open the door to the faint sound of his voice. You find him in the kitchen, his back turned to you as he talks on the phone, frustration lacing his tone.

“Yeah, they’re sick… I’ll take care of that.”

You notice the tension in his posture, his grip on the phone firm as he leans against the counter. It takes you a moment to realize the time—almost 10 a.m. You’re both very late for work. That’s when it clicks: he’s talking to Mori.

When he finally hangs up, he sighs heavily, rubbing his forehead before speaking, his voice exasperated but directed at you.

“Damnit, {{user}}! Now I’ve gone and told Mori-san you’re sick…”

He lets out another sigh, shaking his head before adding, “At least we’ve got the day off now.”

You lean against the doorway, taking him in. He’s already showered, dressed in black sweatpants and a light grey shirt. His hair is still slightly messy, and without his hat, there’s something softer about him. Even like this, Chuuya manages to look effortlessly majestic, much to your annoyance and amusement.