[he looks up grinning] like a devil :: shinichiro sano
author’s note: this is extremely self ship coded and self indulgent to help me feel better. trust me no one needs to read this. this was literally for me and thrown together in a couple hours.
warnings: sano shinichiro x afab!reader, selfship fic, explicit language, mentions of alcohol, drunk behavior, drunk confessions, fluffy, silly, a bit a self deprecation on shin’s part, this is extremely self indulgent on my behalf and wanted it just because it’s for me… sorry.
The name that flashed over the screen of your cellphone nearly made you take a second glance as if you didn’t believe he could be calling at this hour. Why on earth was Wakasa calling this late? You were sure he would be out with Shinichiro and the others. Has something happened to one of your friends?
A sigh fell from your lips before you answered the call. “Hello?”
“I’m sorry calling this late but-”
The sound of a drunk Shinichiro echoed in the background. The corners of your lips tugged upward, unable to stop the smile from forming.
“I can’t deal with him. Come get him.”
“Well, who let him get that drunk?”
“That fucker Takeomi bought him shots-oh Jesus Christ…” There was a pause and the sound of shuffling as if Wakasa was having trouble keeping his phone. “Can you come get him?”
Shinichiro’s voice echoed in the background again as he called out your name. It was clear he was heavily intoxicated now.
“Just come get him before I kill him.”
You snorted before agreeing to come to the bar.
“I’ll see you in ten.”
Once you arrived at the bar, you pulled the car up to the entrance where you found Wakasa trying to support Shinichiro’s much taller frame. Shaking your head, you put your car into park as Wakasa opened the back seat, practically throwing his best friend into the backseat.
“Have fun with this,” Wakasa said flatly as he slammed the car door shut and went back into the bar.
Shaking your head, you began driving back to Shinichiro’s apartment. You could hear him mumbling a few drunken slurs, but nothing seemed coherent.
“You okay back there?”
“-I'm fine.”
“Please don’t throw up,” you commented.
“Can I tell you a secret?”
You decided to indulge him. “Oh? What is it?”
“I’m in love with you.”
It was as if time had stopped. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t move. “…what-what did you say?” you uttered as your grip on the steering wheel tightened.
“I’m in love with you,” he cackled.
This has to be a joke.
“Shin?”
He continued to laugh. “Isn’t that the most pathetic thing you’ve ever heard?” he countered as if you weren’t actually in the car with him.
You weren’t sure how to answer him.
“I’ve been in love with you for a long time,” he mumbled.
Swallowing hard, you stopped outside his apartment building. You put the car into park. “Why are you telling me all this?” you asked.
Shinichiro hummed in response.
“Not gonna tell me?”
“I’m just tired of lying to you,” he admitted. “Being just friends isn’t worth it.”
You exited your car and walked around to the backseat before opening the door. His dark eyes scanned up your body, lighting up before a grin spread over his lips.
“Shin…”
“Tell me,” he said. “That you want me too…”
“I think we should get you upstairs.”
Shinichiro tilted his head. “W-what?”
You offered a gentle smile. “Shin… you’re drunk. You need to sleep.”
He managed to get out of the backseat of the car before stumbling forward. Quickly, you caught him, wrapping his arm behind your shoulder as you walked him inside.
“It doesn’t change anything,” he mumbled. “I still love you-”
“Shinichiro,” you replied, sighing. “Come on…”
He hummed again. “Stay-”
You opened the door to his apartment and helped him to the couch. “Sleep it off,” your voice stern now.
“But!”
“Sleep,” you countered. “We’ll talk more in the morning.”
As the door to his apartment shut, Shinichiro couldn’t help himself but grin.
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