“Hey, Touko— uh, where are we goin—” Was she drunk? He stared at her incredilously for a good minute, trying to process her funky giggling until finally realizing that she had just dropped over completely, fumbling to hold her up and glancing down at the brunette in his arms.

“Did you get tipsy…?” he muttered under his breath, giving her a test shake, “Hey, wake up, it’s rude to do that, be a lady.”

Touko yanked her friend to one side, her arm hooked through his while she continued to giggle. She could barely walk, really.. bu all she could think of was him. His face, cute and blurry after she collapsed, her eyes heavy while trying to focus.

She crumpled in his arms, unable to carry her own weight any further. He shook her slightly, and she felt herself sober up just a little. A hand flew up to his face in a rugged motion, harshly stroking his face for a moment before she continued to speak again.

“I missed you.. while I was gone.” 

Being a lady was no longer an option, she didn’t even know why she got so drunk — it wasn’t even like her to drink in the first place. But somewhere along her way home, she saw happy couples; many, many people in blissful and stupid love and couldn’t help but to feel bitter. Their parents always joked about this, and they even swore on their strictly platonic friendship that nothing would ever happen to them.., and yet now, she was weak, alone.. and barely alive in his embrace.

“People in love get it all wrong..” she murmured.. “but they’re so wretchedly happy.”