how they react to you being drunk // Tokyo Revengers
Characters: Mikey, Mitsuya, Chifuyu, Kazutora
AUTHOR NOTE: HIHI I'm still fairly new to writing but I hope you enjoy! sorry it's short I be sleepy
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The night air was crisp and sharp against your lungs as you swayed from side to side. You were gone. Beyond drunk, one drink turned into three before you knew it; you were 8 shots deep. You tumbled through the doorway of your apartment as you struggled to take off your shoes quietly.
“Y/n.” A stern voice echoed from the living room.
“Uh ohh…” You said, stumbling over your own feet.
“How much did you drink?” Mikey asked
You just giggled in response and walked over and hugged the man. He stood with his hands by his side as he sighed. “I told you to call me if you got drunk.”
You knew he had, but you didn’t want to wake him. But you knew telling him that in your current state wouldn’t do any good for either of you, so instead you drunkenly flopped onto the couch.
“I worry about you, Y/n.”
“No.” Mikey’s voice remained firm but calm. “You can barely stand.”
“But I madeeee it homeeee”
“Barely.” He replied as you pouted and crossed your arms like a child.
“I even took off my shoes,” You said proudly, puffing out your chest.
“You fell into the shoe rack Y/n.” A tired sigh escaped him as he wandered off into the kitchen and shortly came back with a glass of water in his hand and a bottle of painkillers in the other. “Drink.”
You wrinkled your nose. “Don’t wanna”
“I wasn’t asking.” He said, handing you the glass of water. You reluctantly grabbed the water from him and took a few messy sips. Shoving the glass back into his face. “All of it, Y/n.”
The joking smile you were making disappeared as you looked over at him. Mikey hadn’t sat down yet, and he was clearly carefully watching over you as he stood there. Like he was making sure you were okay. His eyes looked tired.
“You should’ve called me.” He sighed
“I didn’t want to wake you uppppp” You whined back.
“I’d much rather get a call waking me up than a call later saying you passed out somewhere.”
You shrugged. “I was with friends.” You rested your chin on the edge of the couch, looking at him.
“You’ve got a serious face on.” You frowned.
“I always have a serious face on Y/n.”
You laughed a bit; this much was true. As you laughed, a yawn managed to escape you.
Mikey sighed, “Can you stand?”
You smiled and confidently stood up from the couch; before you could get far, your knees buckled. Mikey caught you almost immediately before you could hit the floor.
“...Never mind.” He sighed.
You let out a giggle. Still holding you up, he carefully walked with you back to your shared room.
“Next time,” he said, “call me. Now let's get you to bed.”
“Good idea, the walls keep spinning.”
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The apartment door opened quietly as you poked your head inside, squinting into the dimly lit and neat apartment. You successfully got in without waking up your boyfriend. You took a careful step, then another, then you managed to trip over nothing, falling to the ground.
You froze. Mitsuya stood in the hallway, arms crossed over one another, wearing a plain black t-shirt and sweatpants. His hair was tied back slightly, and despite it being 2 am he looked wide awake.
“Hi Takashi…” You trailed off, knowing you were in trouble. He glanced down at the heels dangling from your fingers. Then to the uneven way you happened to be standing.
“How much?” He asked firmly.
“How much did you drink Y/n?” He demanded lightly.
You held up two fingers with a proud and bright smile. “Two!”
He raised one of his eyebrows. “Glasses?”
“Bottles?” He asked with a hint of concern showing.
You shrugged. “Maybeeeeee”
Mitsuya sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “So, you don’t know?”
“I know lots of things!” You exclaimed as he carefully took the heels from your fingers, placing them by the door.
You nodded enthusiastically. “Like I know that you’re really pretty!”
His expression softened. “I’m pretty?”
“Mhm.” You pointed at him. “You’re the prettiest boyfriend ever!"
He let a small chuckle escape his lips. “You are so drunk.”
You marched towards him in what you thought was a straight line but was just a big zigzag. Before you managed to stumble again, Mitsuya caught your wrist.
“Careful,” he said soundly, swifting you up into his arms. One arm under your knees, the other around your back.
“I was gonna walk,” You cried out
He carried you to the bedroom; your head dropped to his shoulders.
“You’re my favorite person ever.”
“I’d be concerned if I wasn’t.”
You let out a soft giggle before shutting your eyes. By the time you two had reached the bedroom you were fast asleep, he gently placed you down and tucked you into bed kissing your forehead.
“Goodnight Y/n.” He murmured before turning off the light.
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The music was loud and the lights shone brightly in the hot and cramped club room. You could feel the floor vibrate beneath your feet as someone shoved another colorful drink into your hands.
“One more!” Your friend said
“I don’t know if I should…” You protested to her.
You laughed. “Okay Okayyy One more.”
One turned into two, and two turned into three, and honestly you lost track of how many you had. By the time you wandered back to your table, your phone buzzed.
Fuyu 🐈♥️: Will you be home soon?
Almost instantly, your phone rang.
“...You’ve been drinking.” He said as a statement and not a question. “How much?”
You looked over at some of the empty glasses. “I lost count.”
There was a slight pause. “What club are you at?” He asked, and you told him. “I’m coming to get you.”
“I know. I’ll be there in 10.” And before you could argue, he hung up.
A good 15ish minutes later the door to the club opened, Chifuyu scanned the room finally spotting you laughing with your friends. The second you noticed him your face lit up. “FUYUUUU”
Excitedly you stood up and rushed over to him, well you tried to rush over, you almost managed to bump into someone's chair before you felt a tug on your elbow. “Easy.”
“I was coming to say hi!” You said excitedly.
“I noticed” You smiled at him beamingly. As one of your friends walked over smiling apologetically.
“Sorry, she kept insisting she was fine.”
“Sounds like her,” Chifuyu replied, laughing, looking down towards you. “I’m taking her home.” He said as your friend nodded.
Outside, the cool and crisp air hit your face. “Oooo”
“You cold?” He asked, but before you could say anything his jacket was already wrapped around your shoulders. “What about you? You’ll be cold,” You added.
“I’ll survive.” He said, taking your hand towards the direction of his car.
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Kazutora was never much of a drinker; you knew that. Which is why you found it funny when he agreed to go bar hopping with you. “You sure?” You asked for the 3rd time. “I know crowded places aren’t your thing.”
He shoved his hands into his pockets and smiled. “I don’t mind if it’s something you want to do.”
The first bar was fun; you two shared appetizers and made fun of the bad karaoke, as well as shared a pitcher of beer.
About two hours and 3 bars later, you were wasted. Kazutora?? Not so much. He had been on the same drink for the past hour, yet you had lost track of how many you’d had. You sat there absentmindedly drawing circles on the inside of his palm.
“I can tell.” He responded, taking a sip as you continued to rest on his shoulder.
“You’re too sober Kazutoraaa.”
“I’ve had…” You started counting on your fingers… “A lot…”
“Yeah.” He smiled. “I’ve noticed.”
The cool night air hit you like a truck when you left the last bar. You were struggling to walk straight, the drinks catching up to you. Before you knew it, you lost footing, but Kazutora grabbed you right before you stepped off the curb and into the road.
“Watch where you’re going Y/n.”
“The ground moved!” You exclaimed.
You pointed at him. “You’re lying, I don’t think that’s true.”
“It is.” You laughed gently as you slipped your hand into his. He looked down at your intertwined hands before lightly squeezing your hand three times.
“I’m just…” You struggled to find the right word. “...floaty?”
“And that’s my cue to take you home.”
“But the night is still young.” You complained.
“It’s 1 am. Plus you can barely walk.” He said, tugging you along towards the cab he had called.
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