𐔌՞. .՞𐦯: This took way too long to do LMAO
Drunken Slumber. Sudden Confessions. Split Seconds
Shu Yamino (Nijisanji) × Reader
Drunken Slumber. Sudden Confessions. Split Seconds.
For a split second, he's yours, and the night became special.
──── ୨୧ ────
Drunken Slumber. Sudden Confessions. Split Seconds.
It's two in the morning. The sky is basked in the darkness of the night, stars covered by seas of clouds, and the moon peaking every once in a while. As the world sleeps, there's a post-party drunkenness you've caught yourself in the middle in. The scent of booze was prevalent in this big airbnb one of your blockmates have rented for the night. You've been mindlessly scrolling reels and switching back-and-forth between Tiktok and Instagram as post-drinking songs blared from a bluetooth speaker, some a different language. You're pretty sure it's Millie connected to the Bluetooth speaker, since a few hours ago, you were all listening to Budots remixes. Now, it's all mellow, and guitar songs that sound like you're in a relatives' house, drinking beer. It almost felt like it, but ran by college students who don't want to start working 'til dead.
Surrounding the living room are a few more people dancing, some dead asleep on carpeted floors, and a few introverts on their way to freedom as they make it out of the door. While you would love to leave the party as fast as you can, your two friends (unfortunately extroverts with high alcohol tolerance) had been talking far too long with the other surviving people in the room. You've been dead on social battery since ten in the evening, with nothing but a phone that's about to die and deadweight cutting off the circulation on your arm.
What was weighing you down?
Well, revisit the scene with me.
You're on one end of a couch, legs like a siren on a rock, overrun by people who have lost their consciousness to a drunken-induced slumber, and lo, and behold, one of them has decided you are their pillow for the night.
The 'one' of them in question? Oh, nothing but someone you definitely have a crush on.
That's right; Shu Yamino, the smart guy in your block, who, now you know, is also a clingy lightweight.
You talked a few times, but more often it was because his friend, Luca, is such an extroverted guy, he managed to adopt you and your friends into a chummy friend group. Now his friend is all up on your business, Pretty face nuzzled to the crook of your neck, hands circled around your waist, and legs tangled with yours. In return, you've ended up in this cuddling position where his head is cutting off the blood on your right arm where you hold your phone, and the left holding him so that he doesn't meet his doom, hitting another drunk person who's been laying face up. Thank god you had alcohol when he decided to invade your personal space, because you're not going to spend the first day of 2026 with a risk of a heart attack.
You've been laying like that until one of your friends spotted you. Your eyes meet and you plead them to go home with a pout. Unfortunately, they are in fact your friend, and knowing your predicament is secretly a delusion come true, they snickered, tugging on Luca's sleeve to show him your embarrassing situation. You can hear him laugh, and you glare helplessly. Poor hand is going numb, and all your friends can think about is the way Shu holds you is akin to a bolster.
They come near you, and you look at them with furrowed brows. "Guys, my hand is getting numb." One of them laughs, patting your head with feigned pity.
"How are we gonna get home? The most sober out of all of us is getting coddled by her crush."
You look down at this pretty boy, and you look back, eyeing the blond man with revitilized blood visiting your cheeks. "Luca, help me!" On the other hand, Luca, who knows just an inkling of the way you fancy his best friend, replied, confused,
"Why? Didn't you want to spend time with Shu?" He's unfortunately oblivious to the fact that if Shu sat on your arms for longer, you'll most likely lose a limb.
"My love life is not on the line— my arm is!" You cried out in the most stable volume you can muster. Unfortunately, that was a bit loud for the sleeping prince on your arm. As if a miracle graced this unholy room, you feel Shu move closer to your body before seeing his purple eyes peaking through long lashes.
Immediately, the group cheered as he fully wakes up. Your blood rushes to your arm at long last, and you sigh, relieved. Shu, on the other hand, sheepishly scratched his cheek.
"Oh, did I sleep on you? I'm so sorry." You shake your head, and tell him he's fine, despite your previous complaint. "You were sleeping so peacefully, I didn't want to like wake you up."
"You're lucky Y/n loves you soooo much!" One of your friends said jokingly, hand on your head as if you were a dog. "If I slept on her, I'll wake up next to that guy passed out at the floor beside them."
"I'm not that mean," You reply with a pout. Shu laughs at your retort, unfortunately making your friend look at you with the most shit-eating grin, and you roll your eyes.
"Welp...I guess it's a bit too late to go home now," Shu says as he checks his phone. "Looks like we're going to have to stay in here until the next morning."
"I don't oppose," Your friend muses, looking at the poor passed out co-host of the party. "I kinda feel bad for Wilson, Zali, and Vanta, they'd have a nightmare cleaning up this entire place."
Wilson has probably gone to bed as he's not part of the poor bodies on the floor, but you could see Zali dozing off at the staircase, very out of it. Vanta's just... gone, which is a scary thought just by how lit he was a few hours ago.
"With a hangover, nonetheless."
"Then I guess we're staying the night." Your friend snickers and looks at you with feigned pity, "Sorry, babe. Looks like you're stuck here with all of us." You shake your head before standing up to stretch. Biiiiig stretch, one that pops your back so well. "I'm in no condition of driving anyways, my arm's dead, and I'm still kinda tipsy." As you say this, you feel hands on your arm, and your eyes meet Shu's as he's trying to massage your arm. You tried to shake him off, but he's adamant, so you've let him be.
"Do they have more rooms? We could just stay in one room." Looked around the room, but alas everyone is taken over by slumber.
"All five of us?"
"Yeah, all five of us. I doubt there's a room we could use, though. I can go check!" Luca leaves the room, and up the stairs, passing by the sleeping Zali. One of your friends ran along with him, leaving you with one more friend, and your crush. Your friend, however is your biggest shipper, so like every friend, she's find a way to leave both of you alone, leaving both of you, and a bunch of limp drunkards on the space.
Silence ensues despite the blaring speakers. You're hearing 'Pasilyo' in the background, and you swore, this could have been the part where the love interests asks the main lead for a dance... well if people weren't lying on the floor. You feel a bit awkward, especially when your crush is still touching your arm with such care.
You cough to get his attention. "Shu, you don't have to massage my arm. The pain'll be gone in the morning." Shu, presses lightly on your arm, and dull pain ensues, much like torn ligaments.
"Muscle pain doesn't disappear just like that, trust me. Plus, this is the least I can do for lying on you for a long time."
You let him continue his work, opting to stay silent. You hate to admit, but his hands are magic, pressing gently on your sore muscle, as if fluffing up a pillow. He's... he's cute, in a way, and you look away sheepishly. Thank god the lights were slightly dimmed, lamps of different colors hiding the big fat blush you have on your face.
Suddenly, Shu spoke, "Oh yeah, I heard everything you said." You whipped your head to his direction, confusion and a sliver of dread sewn into your furrowed brows.
"Huh?" You see Shu with one of the softest smiles, eyes, half-lidded whilst gazing on your arm.
"Am I really your crush?" He looks at your face.
Unadulterated shock. Reddened cheeks. Racing eyes.
"O-oh..."
"Yeah, I wasn't sure how to approach this, but I figured I do it now while we're-like... unemployed." There's a lump in your throat, rising the same time as your heart, thoughts speeding through your brain like a bullet train. You were happy admiring the man from afar, and pining has always been a recurring theme in your story. Do you tell Shu Yamino, that you had a crush on him, or do you lie through your teeth, and tell him that he was just hearing things in the midst of his drunken manner.
"When are you going to tell this man you like him?" This was the words of your mother. "He's well-behaved, very polite, and gifts you lots of stuff." You shook your head. "It's not that... it's just that, I might be delusional and that he does it to everyone."
"So?"
"So I shouldn't."
"You're going to keep being delusional until he tells you what he thinks."
Your heart beats out of your chest, and you accept your fate.
"Yeah... I do have a crush on you."
Shu's eyes widen, and you continue,
"It was like..." You try to hide your face, and try to escape his gaze as you spoke. "God, this is so stupid, but like-" you look back, and he's looking at you with surprise. "I had a thing for you since second year."
"2 years ago? That's insane." You slap yourself mentally. You hide, but Shu holds onto your hands.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound like that. It's just...I wasn't expecting you to have a crush on me." You look away from his attentive eyes. Your thoughts are all up in your head, and you feel like shit.
"Is that... a bad thing?"
"Nonononono- uhhh..." Shu chuckles, releasing your hands just so he could scratch the back of his neck. He does that when he's nervous.
"It's not really a bad thing..." Shu was silent, and you felt like you were going to have a heart attack. Then, he mumbles, loud enough for you to make out the words, "Actually, it might be good for me." He leans close to you, and you try to look oblivious to what he's saying.
"Good for you? W-what do you mean?" His hand meets your cheek, caressing your skin with his thumb.
"It's good you like me the same way." For the first few seconds, his lips were all you could think of. Soft; just like you envisioned. "You... you kissed me."
"You returned it."
For a split second, Pasilyo becomes not just a random song, but a special one that will be a part of your wedding setlist.
You hide your face on his chest, and he laughs, hugging you back.
"God, I hope you remember this in the morning, because I will not talk to you if you don't."
"Don't worry. I will."
"You got that on camera right? Holy shit, our ship is sailing!"
Yeah... and for a split second you've also decided you're going to subject your friends into being maid of honors.
Good luck to them.
──── ୨୧ ────
A/n: :)
