You guys ever wonder if once it comes out that ichiro, jiro, and saburo are rei's abandoned kids, sasara and rosho will feel guilty about battling them in the drb/associating with their deadbeat dad so heavily?
Summary: This is the first time you're seeing Dotsuitare Hompo drunk. You've heard Rosho was giggly and bubbly when drunk, but he has another side of him that surprises you after he's had one too many...
Pairing: Rosho Tsutsujimori X Fem!Reader
Genre: Fluffyish Oneshot
Word Count: 1385
Warning: Drunk Rosho (Because we need more of these fics)
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Never in your life have you ever seen Rosho Tsutsujimori this drunk. Granted, you don’t think you’ve ever seen him drunk to begin with. But Sasara and Rei had somehow managed to rope him into their drunken festivities for the night. You were happy watching from the sidelines, a single glass of wine in your hands that you didn’t even plan to finish.
You had to admit, it was funny watching Sasara try to get the boys to sing songs from Osaka on the table. Rei refused to participate, but he still drank his beer with gusto. Rosho, on the other hand, was trying his best to keep up with Sasara, but was stumbling and slurring his words something fierce. It was very comical seeing the duo try so hard. No wonder they used to be one of the best comedy duos in Osaka.
However, the light, playful humor didn’t last long when Rosho glanced in your direction.
He had sauntered over to you, stumbling as he did. As he sat next to you, he gave what you thought was a flirty smirk. “Hello beautiful. What’s your name?”
You tried not to laugh at the fact that your boyfriend had no idea who you were. You decided to have a little fun yourself and told him, “I’m just a stranger, passing through.”
“Well, beautiful stranger, would you like to pass through my room before you have to go?”
This time you did laugh. “Why, are you flirting with me right now?”
He frowned. “I’m trying to make a move on you, not flirt. Flirting is childish. I don’t flirt. I never have flirted and I never will flirt.”
“So you’re making a move on me?”
“Before the other two numbskulls do.”
“I see.” You nod, trying to keep your laughter at bay. You were afraid it would only upset him more as he'd think his attempts at "making a move" on you weren't working. “Why are you asking me to your room then? What do you want to do with me?”
He stood up on swaying legs and held out a hand to you. “Now with you. To you. Come with me and I’ll show you.”
You glanced at the time before standing up and taking his hand. It was getting late and Rosho was pretty drunk. You might as well put him to bed if he was determined to take you to his room.
Nevermind the fact that this was the first time you were going to see his room. It sort of felt like you were taking advantage of him. He was a very private person, so seeing his room without his explicit consent made you a little nervous. But Sasara and Rei were too drunk to even help themselves to bed. And it was technically your responsibility as Rosho's girlfriend to help him. So you might as well get it over with and make breakfast for the boys in the morning. All three were most likely going to suffer through terrible hangovers.
He fumbled his way to his room, still holding onto your hand. You flipped the light on and were met with a pristine, yet elegantly decorated room. It was absolutely perfect for Rosho.
“So what are we doing?” You ask as he tries to make his way to his bed.
Rosho sat down and patted the space next to him. You sat and he instantly draped himself over you like a blanket, causing you to jolt in surprise. You never realized how clingy of a drunk he was. Sure, you heard he was a giggly, bubbly drunk, but clingy as well? You might have just hit the girlfriend jackpot with his drunk persona.
In a low, husky voice, he whispered in your ear, “I’m going to show you just how beautiful I know you are and how much I love you.”
Reading between the lines, your cheeks went hot as you laughed. Gently, you tried to pry him off of you. “Alright, alright. I see what you’re getting at. Let’s go to bed instead. You're drunk, my dear.”
He pouted for a split second before he gave a knowing nod. “You want me to go first?”
“What?”
You were frozen as he took off his shirt and struggled to undo his belt. You had to admit, he had quite the physique, lean yet sculpted. But you were not about to ogle your boyfriend while he was drunk. He’d be completely nude before too long if you didn’t intervene.
Placing your hands over his carefully, you said. “Alright, alright. Let’s go to bed now. Please!”
“But I’m not done.”
“I mean go to bed to sleep. Not-” You didn’t even want to finish that sentence. So instead you said, “C’mon Rosho. I just want to cuddle with you. Can’t we just do that, please?”
He frowned. “Are you sure? I thought you wanted to… I mean this is your first time in my room, isn’t it? Isn’t that what you do when you have someone in your room with you that you love and find attractive?”
You shook your head, moving so that his hands were off his belt and in the space between you so you could give them a reassuring squeeze. “Not necessarily. Cuddling is also something fun that two people who like each other can do together.”
“And you want to do that? With me?”
“Yes, I do.” You nodded, with a kind smile. It seemed that the one caveat to his drunkenness is the fact he wasn't quite as smart as he usually was. Then again, you were his first real relationship. It made sense he felt like he wanted to please you. But you were just fine cuddling with him rather than actually sleeping with him.
He nodded slowly. “O-okay. I’m not sure how. Will you show me?”
“Of course, my dear! First, however, we should get you into some more comfortable clothes. That way we can both be comfortable, okay?”
Well, you wouldn’t be, since you weren’t wearing pajamas, but that didn’t matter at the moment. What mattered was getting your normally uptight and skittish boyfriend to actually go to bed. Which was, of course, easier said than done. He didn’t want you to leave the room as he changed, but at least he was okay with you turning around so you couldn’t see. As tempted as you were to sneak a peek, you didn’t look. You were not going to break now.
When he was all dressed, you had him lay down and you took the position of the big spoon. Cradling him tenderly in your arms, you smiled to yourself and allowed yourself to kiss his cheek.
“How’s this?”
He nodded, burrowing deeper into your embrace. “This is nice. I like this. We should do this more often.”
Your heart skipped a beat. “Yes, yes we should.”
“Good night, beautiful.”
Again, you pressed a soft kiss to the top of his nose, as you were so overwhelmed with love for him. “Good night to you as well, Rosho, my dear. Sweet dreams.”
As his breathing evened out, informing you he was asleep, you sighed. Tonight went a lot different than you anticipated, but it was still fun! You got to see Dotsuitare Hompo drunk, which was always a fun time. Especially when Sasara starts to sing and tell lame jokes. You never know which song he’s going to pull out of his extensive karaoke songs list he memorized.
But you also got to see Rosho drunk. It was definitely an experience. You definitely didn’t think he would be more than the giggly, bubbly drunk, much less the clingy, flirty type. But you really weren’t complaining all that much. It was cute and he was still rather smooth in his approach towards you. Although you were most definitely not going to tell him that.
And now you had him all snuggled up in your arms. Sure, he was probably not going to be happy being hungover tomorrow morning and having you in his room was going to shock the daylights out of him. But that was a bridge you would cross when you woke up.
For now, you just needed to decide what kind of pancakes you were making in the morning for them.
