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Haru was never good at handling alcohol. No matter how little he drank he always found that he had embarrassing stories about it afterwards. Even a couple of beers was enough to do him in, so he always made sure that his best friend Makoto was there when he drank to keep him in check. This time wasn’t much different, except this time Haru had his attractive new officer acquaintance hot on his mind. The pretty officer whose number he now had saved in his phone from an earlier incident.
He would never do something like this sober.
But he wasn’t exactly sober, so he dialed the number once he stepped outside. Matsuoka did tell him to call if he ever needed something, right? Now Haru was taking his words to heart at the worst possible moment--just because he felt like he needed to tell the cop how pretty he was all of a sudden.
Matsuoka, Matsuoka, Matsuoka. What a nice name.
It was past midnight but Haru had completely lost track of time. He leaned against the wall of the building and dug his free hand into the pocket of his hoodie, feeling the chill of the cold autumn air. His other hand held the phone to his ear as he listened to the rings until he got an answer.
His heart jumped in his chest as he filled with excitement. The number had been correct after all!
“Matsuoka? It’s Haru--Nanase Ha-ru-ka.” He spoke rather informally and at the very end he clumsily remembered to add on a です. After all, he needed to show Officer Matsuoka some respect. ❤︎
