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kiidwritings · 3 years ago

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"lovesick drunk"

characters: Hitoshi Shinsou (Monoma and Mina mentioned)

pairing(s): Hitoshi Shinsou x fem!reader

genre: fluff hehe and mutual pinning

word count: 4.2k (4249 words specifically)

warnings + tags: drinking/alcohol usage (everyone is 18+ don’t worry), vomiting + descriptions of vomit, afab/fem!reader, no quirks AU, university AU (if i missed any let me know!!)

note: I don’t remember when I put this idea in my notes app, but it was probably really early in the morning when I thought of this lol. I’m actually taking a break from a longer Haikyuu fic I’m writing (even though this turned out pretty long lmao). Also, songs I imagine would play at the party are Strobelite by Gorillaz and maybe One Kiss by Dua Lipa hehe.

The bass was enough to shake your insides. Pop music poured out the giant, black speakers that were placed in the corners of the house’s first floor. People moving and dancing all about the already crowded living room. Vibrant-colored strobe lights flashed and swerved around the room, illuminating whatever it shone over in a colorful overlay, but only for a moment. Everyone was having a good time; drinking, chatting and dancing without a care in the world.

Except for Shinsou.

He stood pushed up against one corner of the living room like his back was a magnet against metal. In his hands, he held his cup with little to no punch close to his chest. Truly, he didn’t want to be here. His “friend” (if you could even call him that), Monoma, had forced him to come because “You’re not even going to be doing anything this weekend, Shinsou. Plus, I heard (Y/n) is going to be there, apparently, you’ve got the hots for her, don’t you?”

Shinsou grimaced and blushed at the recollection and hunched himself inwards more. The strobe light crossed over his way and he closed his eyes, seeing the bright light through his eyelids before it went dark again. Shinsou wasn’t exactly the social type. He spent most of his time either studying, sleeping, or reading. He felt most comfortable when it was just himself or his close friends (which there weren’t many of since only a select few had managed to squeeze through the secure walls of Shinsou’s boundaries).

When they first arrived, they were swarmed by Monoma’s friends, some he knew but most of them were new faces. Shinsou greeted them with small quick smiles and slight nods but mostly stood behind Monoma and let him do the talking. He blended right into the already dark rooms with his dark purple hoodie and loose black woolen jeans. The only noticeable thing about him would’ve been his piercing lavender eyes, or his matching unruly hair, or maybe the fact that he seemed to be the only one who wasn’t having fun. There were maybe about 15 to 20 people already at the house, the party only started 10 minutes ago.

Shinsou followed Monoma around like a lost puppy, occasionally sipping on his punch and adding a nod or murmur or even a small chuckle whenever needed. When his cup started to run low, he muttered, “Gonna go refill my cup.” but no one answered. He didn’t mind. At the punch table, he contemplated going back over to the group. He spotted an empty corner next to one of the speakers and jostled his way through the crowd of party-goers over to it, muttering quiet ��excuse me’s. That’s how he found himself in his current situation; alone, irritated and a little sleepy. He had had about a cup and a half of punch, so he was nowhere near tipsy.

By that time, there had to be about over 80 people there and more filing through the doors. A majority of UA’s college second years were coming to this party, and Shinsou desperately didn’t want to stick around to see the aftermath of it. But then again, he really didn’t want to get a mouthful from Monoma for leaving early and never having any fun and living like a nerd to which Shinsou always rolled his eyes.

He checked his watch, ‘10:35 PM’ it read. Who knew how long his party was going to go on, it was Friday so people had time to drink and smoke and do whatever. Shinsou let out a deep exhale and stared down into his cup, twisting it sideways to see the red liquid inside rotate and slosh around. He was so absorbed in his cup that he didn’t even realize the figure bouncing towards him.

“‘TOSHII!!!” you squealed, throwing your body onto him in a sloppy and tight hug.

Shinsou barely had any time to move his cup out of the way before your body was flush against him. His hard lavender eyes widened as you nuzzled your head into his soft chest. He swallowed hard as you soon stood up fully, body swinging and hands still latched into his forearms.

You were clad in a velvet red dress that swished as you bounced around and a nice pair of black shoes that had a small heel to them, (h/c) hair had been done up nicely, a little disheveled from your partying. Your eyes were wide and they blinked frequently, your eyelashes fluttering along with them. You reeked of perfume and alcohol, yet he didn’t mind because it was you.

Shinsou cleared his throat before sputtering out, “O-oh, Hey (Y/n).” The back of his neck, ear tips, and cheeks sprouted the familiar warmth of blush. You smiled drunkenly at him and a small giggle escaped your plush lips.

“I wasn’t exceptin’ to see yooouu here! What ya’ doin’ all by ya’ lonesome?” You slurred, putting a pout on your last sentence. ‘Ugh, so cute.’ His hand moved to the back of his neck, a nervous habit of his, and sighed. “Monoma dragged me along, heh.” His mouth formed into a true smirk and you felt your heart clench. “I’m guessing you came with Mina, is she as drunk as you?” He asked, practically already knowing the answer since she the always the life of the party.

“Mhmm,” You nodded and hiccuped with one hand still on Shinsou’s arm to keep your balance, turning to the massive crowd. “She’s over there with the boys!” You pointed your finger out randomly, clearly not having any sense of direction with the amount of alcohol in your system. Shinsou just hummed, enjoying your presence and your touch, even if you were drunk out of your mind.

You and Shinsou had been friends since the beginning of college. You first encountered each other when you were moving into your dorm room. You insisted to your parents that you could move in by yourself, and so you were trudging your luggage up to the 2nd floor and down the halls from your car. You were carrying a particularly heavy box up the stairs, struggling to hold it and navigate upwards when you felt your foot strike part of the last step, and before you knew it, you were falling to the floor in slow motion. Your arms flew to cover your face so you didn’t bust your nose, and you and your box hit the floor with a THUD!, its contents spilling out. As you recovered from the wind being knocked out of your body, you heard a pair of rushed footsteps coming towards you.

“Gah, are you ok!? That was quite a fall.” You pushed your upper body up and saw a pale-skinned boy crouching down in front of you, a concerned yet sleepy-looking face. His lavender eyes were shimmery and mesmerizing, the dark circles only adding to his beauty. You snapped out of your trace, bringing yourself back to the situation at hand.

“Oh yeah! I’m fine, just tripped on the step.” You laughed off your little accident even though your temple had started to ache. The purple-haired boy hummed in affirmation before speaking again, “Well do you at least want some help with your stuff?” He spoke in a raspy monotone voice. It was hot.

“Oh yes, please!” You two began picking up various items that fell out and placing them back in the box. Once everything was packed up, you stood up carefully. “Thanks again umm..” He looked at you with sleepy eyes, “It’s Shinsou. Hitoshi Shinsou.” ‘Even his name is hot, suits him well.’ you thought, blushing a little. “Well thank you Shinsou. I’m (Y/n). I’m guessing you live on this floor?” Shinsou looked up from brushing off the knees of his pants, eyes half-lidded and lazy, and let out a small ‘huh?’ from being caught off guard. “Oh yeah, I’m dorm 224.” You smiled, “Hey we’re practically neighbors! I’m 218!” Shinsou hummed again, a small smirk on his face. An awkward silence fell over you two before you cleared your throat. “Well, I’ll be on my way now. Thanks again! Maybe we’ll see each other around campus.” You both nodded at each other before you made your way to your dorm room. Shinsou stared at your departing figure for a little before going back to what he was doing.

On the first day of classes, you walk into the lecture hall, head still fogged with sleep and a coffee in hand. As you scan the rows of seats for a covenant spot, your eye catches a familiar shade of purple.

“Shinsou!” You call, not too loud since it was barely eight (8) in the morning. He turned from his backpack, where he was taking out some supplies.

“Oh hey (Y/n).” You plopped yourself into the desk adjacent to him and giggled.

“What a coincidence, we have the same morning class!” You flashed him a friendly smile which he returned with that same handsome smirk.

Before departing to your next classes, you and Shinsou exchanged numbers. This exchange is what kicked off the beginning of your newfound friendship. You two went from brief texts about each other's day to in-depth conversations at three (3) AM when the other couldn’t sleep. You guys would hang out for study sessions and with your other mutual friends, which led to them witnessing what could only be explained as you and Shinsou’s poor attempts at flirting and obviousness.

You would say something teasingly and fail to notice the blush from in Shinsou’s cheeks or how he looked away bashfully at any compliments you threw his way. He also seemed to be completely clueless about how his laugh would cause your thighs to clench or how your face would burn whenever he wiped food from your cheeks, but not without calling you messy.

When the party was first announced, Mina had come to you, excitement in her eyes and body movement.

“(Y/nnn)!” You looked behind you to see Mina jogging towards you, cotton candy pink curls bouncing and a smile spread on her face. “Did ya’ hear, girl? There’s gonna be a huge party next Friday at the East Gamma house! Did you not see the invite I sent you?” You blinked, pulling out your phone and seeing an Instagram notification of a DM from Mina. You open it to see a post from a member of the ‘Unofficial’ Student council page. It was a brightly colored flyer with equally bright big bold text;

UA college sophomores are invited to:

UA's STUDENT COUNCIL EARLY SPRING PARTY!!

When: Friday, April 9th, 8:00 PM to 3:00 AM

Where: The East Gamma house

*Food and drinks will be provided! Please drink responsibly!

There were multiple people tagged in the photo who you only guessed were other Student Council members, some names you recognized but not knowing the person themself it belonged to. You pocketed your phone and looked back up at Mina.

“A party before finals season?” You questioned, quirking an eyebrow at your grinning friend. Mina put her hands on her hips and started walking, you following after. “I know you’ll be pulling all-nighters and studying your pretty head off, so why not unwind before finals?” You thought about it for a moment, taking in what Mina said and what would be logical. Mina took the silence as a sign of your skepticality. “Oh c’mon (Y/n)! Your grades are perfect, you have nothing to worry about! Plus,” She twisted her torso, turned to you, and winked her honey golden eye, “I heard your little loverboy Shinsou is gonna be there!”

Your entire face flushed hot with blush and your eyes widened. You gaped your mouth open and closed like a fish out of water, wanting to speak and prove Mina wrong, but no words came out.

It was true.

You had a crush on Hitoshi Shinou, the mysterious purple-haired boy who helped you when you tripped on the stairs like a klutz.

You fell hard for his dark eye bags and pretty face, his adoration for cats and his taste in music, his raspy laugh, and his down-to-earth personality. How could you not like him?

Mina giggled at your embarrassment and flushed face. “Oh, there’s no need to be embarrassed! You two would be so adorable together! Plus I’m certain he's got a crush on you too!” She looped her arm with yours, pulling you closer to her side. You looked at her, face full of embarrassment and a small pout. “Was it...that obvious?” You whined, hoping that if others hadn't noticed (besides Mina), then maybe Shinsou wouldn't have noticed either-

“Nope! We've all noticed! You know you're not very subtle.” You buried your face into Mina’s shoulder, groans muffled as she laughed. Mina turned her body to face and engulfed you in a hug, drowning your senses in the fruity perfume she was wearing. “Poor, poor (Y/n).” She cooed, resting her chin on your shoulder and yours on hers. “The party will be the perfect place to confess! Just don’t get too drunk, silly girl.” You didn’t respond to her, just digging your face deeper into her wool sweater.

In the weeks leading up to the party, you tried to think of a way to express your feelings. In movies, whenever the two love interests confess, they usually end up kissing and everyone cheering for their newfound love. ‘But this is real life (Y/n), not some stupid rom-com!’ You reminded yourself, patting your cheeks as you sat at your desk. You sat back in your chair, gears in your head turning as you gnawed on the end of your mechanical pencil. You contemplated the idea for so long, and before you knew it, Mina was picking you up from your dorm and you two were heading towards the East Gamma house.

And that’s how you ended up here: drunk out of your mind and clinging to Shinsou’s surprisingly firm arm like he was your lifeline. You were stumbling and tripping over your feet, Shinsou having to keep you steady so you wouldn’t fall.

“‘Toooshhiii.” You hiccupped, collapsing on him and digging your head into the crook of his neck, nuzzling and inhaling his scent. Shinsou stiffened. His heartbeat quickened and he could practically feel it against his ribcage. His entire face erupted in a deep blush and he felt like he couldn’t breathe. His arms were stuck to his sides, his plastic cup now forgotten somewhere on the floor. Your body swayed offbeat to the pop song blasting throughout the house and he felt your breath on his neck, hairs on the back of his perking up, and goosebumps covering his arms.

“Uh...yeah (Y/n)?” He gulped, letting his body go limp and sway with yours. His voice still had its same pitch, but his tone was flustered. Shinsou couldn’t believe that you were so close to him, bodies practically glued together.

Suddenly, you shot up and your face was inches away from his. Your features were blurred with how close you were, but he could see the smile stretched across your lips. You blinked your (e/c) eyes at him and exclaimed, “Come dance with me ‘Toshi! You’re *hic* over here bein’ a wallflower, let loose a lil’!”

Before he could protest, you had somehow regained all your strength and were dragging him out to the middle of the room, where lots of sweaty bodies were moving and grooving about. You pushed by people carelessly while Shinsou muttered rushed apologies to them. He felt the warmth of your hand leave and he watched you spin around, dress and hair swishing along with you.

You looked stunning even if you were piss drunk.

You grabbed his large hands again, lacing your fingers through his. A perfect fit. He looked down and saw the size difference, his hands clearly engulfing yours and the

“Dance with me loverboy!” You called to him, eyes virtually closed as you smiled big at him. Shinsou watched starstruck at your perfect form as a purple beam of the strobe light flashed over, illuminating your body in a purple hue. He felt his heart swell in his chest and his face bloom with blush.

God, he was so in love with you.

The two of you started swinging and moving, you had to get Shinsou’s body moving since he seemed to have two left feet. You two poorly and wildly danced, jumping around and moving with purpose, but never did your hands leave each other. Laughs and giggles escaped your chests as you two looked back into each other's eyes. Shinsou had a real smile on his face, not that smug smirk you’d grown accustomed to, but one where you could practically see his gums and his eyes were squinting. Your heart sped up and his contagious smile transferred to you.

The song pulsing throughout The Gamma House changed to one with a calmer melody. Your eyes met Shinsou’s purple ones. Although you were still drunk, your subconscious seemed to calm you down enough to steadily place your hands on Shinsou’s chest as he placed his on your waist softly. You lightly squeezed the thick, fuzzy material of his hoodie. It seemed you two were the only ones in the room, everything else became background noise as if you two were in a bubble.

“Shinsou…” You breathed, your body’s coming closer until the only thing separating you two was the fabric of you guy’s clothes. Your body swayed moderately, having gained some of your footing back. “(Y/n)...” He said back in almost a whisper, breath fanning out onto your face comfortably. Your stomach swirled and twisted just like your dancing before, butterflies swarming in your stomach, yet it didn’t feel like flusteredness. But you couldn't let your feelings go unseen, not tonight!

You hesitated before leaning in, puckering your lips slightly, they shined from your lipgloss in the party lights. Shinsou took in a deep, steady breath through his nose before leaning too. His eyes fluttered shut as your face closed in.

You felt a bang in your stomach, your eyes shooting open and a gag escaping your mouth. Shinsou’s eye opened too, his body shooting back but not enough in time for-

“BLERUGHH!!”

The room was silent. About 100 pairs of eyes were on you and Shinsou as the front of his hoodie and shoes was covered in vomit. There were gasps and ‘oooh’ and sounds of disgust breaking through the deafening silence. The uncomfortable warmth seeped through his hoodie and his shoes felt wet. You were now gripping onto his arms for leverage as your head hung, bile on your lips and chin and stinging the inside of your nose. Shinsou took in an uneasy breath, trying not to breathe in the smell of vomit. He took your hand in his before turning for the door and muttering, “Oh geez (Y/n) let’s go.” He could hear the party liven back up again as he stepped out onto the porch and down the stairs through the small groups of people who hung out outside.

When you two got far enough from the party and the music was faint in the distance, he stopped and let go of your hand. You finally looked up at Shinsou as he carefully yet hastily pulled off his hoodie, relieving his black cotton t-shirt, then taking it and wiping off the vomit on his now ruined converses. Your lip wobbled as you watched helplessly.

You felt horrible. Not only did you just puke your guts all over your crush/best friend, but you embarrassed him in front of the entire sophomore class! Oh, how was he going to even react to this?! You guessed he was saving all his anger until you two left. You wouldn't blame him if he wanted to cut all ties with you after this!

As Shinsou was holding his hoodie inside out, you began to sniffle, fat tears forming in your eyes threatening to spill.

“Shinsooouuu…” You whimpered, voice already breaking.

He turned and his face changed to one of shock. “W-what’s wrong (Y/n)?!” He said, dropping his hoodie and hurrying to you. You stood there, fists clenched and body trembling, tears running down your cheeks and head hung low. You felt his warm hands grasp onto your forearms, goosebumps erupting on your skin at the foreign contact. You pulled your balled fist up to your face, wiping away the tears that seemed to never stop as Shinsou had his body slightly crouched to your eye level, waiting for an answer to your sudden sadness.

“What do you mean ‘what’s wrong’?” You sniffed, eyes finally meeting his. “I just threw up all over your fucking hoodie!” You wailed, bringing your hands back to your face and turning away so he couldn’t see the mascara and makeup running down your face.

Shinsou blinked. Your entire mood just did a 360. One moment, you were lively and bubbly, dancing with Shinsou and having a good time. Then you were calm and about to kiss him. Next, you had just thrown up all over him and were mute. Now you were crying your pretty little eyes out.

“Hey hey,” He cooed, placing a hand on your back comfortingly. He moved towards you and pulled your body flush against his, your head now in his chest getting its fabric wet with salty tears. He rested his chin atop your head, breathing in the smell of your shampoo, rocking your body back and forth and hands running along your back. He waited until your sobs turned to sniffles and your breathing went steady.

“All better?” He asked as the rumble from his chest comforted you even more.

You let out a noise of confirmation before he let go of you, with a hand stray on the small of your back. He looked down at you, lips in a small pout and eyes puffy from crying. ‘Still so cute.’ He thought before bringing you back in for a hug. You hugged back, his warmth making you sleepy.

“Was that all you were crying over?” Shinsou questioned genuinely, a small smirk forming on his lips. You pulled back, body still close as his hand kept you in place, and looked up at him in bewilderment. He isn’t mad? “Wait...why aren’t you mad?” Your lashes fluttered as you blinked. Shinsou let out a chuckle before putting his hand on the back of his neck and averted his gaze to the stars above him. “You were drunk out of your mind, I should’ve expected it. Plus, you're too cute to be mad at.”

You kept your confused face before what he said sunk it and you flinched and felt blush light your face on fire, so hot that steam might’ve been spewing from your ears. You stood there, mouth agape as he laughed again, his laughter echoing off the surrounding campus buildings. “You’re even cuter when you're all embarrassed like this.” He teased, bringing the hand on his neck down and placing them both on your forearms, thumbs rubbing circles in your skin. You buried your face into your hands and mewled, “‘Toshiii, stop teasing me!” Shinsou let out another laugh, hands now in his pants pockets.

You two looked back at each other in sync. Your (e/c) eyes shimmer in the light of any street lamps and his violet eyes glowed like precious jewels.

“So…” You started, messing around with your fingers, “Does this mean you like me too?” Shinsou’s face went neutral before he smiled softly and brought a hand up to cup your face. “Wasn’t it obvious when I was gonna kiss you? Yes, (Y/n), I like you a lot.”

Your face broke out into a warm smile and heated blush, your heart began to beat like a drum and there were butterflies inside your tummy, their wings tickling your insides, this time not because of queasiness.

Your love trance was broken by a yawn, tears of tiredness pricking the corners of your eyes. “C’mon sleepy, let’s get you back to your dorm.” Shinsou said, bringing the hand on your face to your waist, leading along the path to your dorm building but not before picking up his hoodie that needed a desperate washing.

“Mhm’kay ‘Toshi.” You murmured, leaning your body against his, taking in the warmth he radiated, and walked alongside your new boyfriend. Even if you didn’t get your kiss from him tonight, you're sure there will be plenty more along the lines of your relationship.

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