#yuki’s a drunk mess and confesses things they shouldn’t

[teeth-farie]

Hhhh a scene in my head for that faux replaced au

Yuki gives a tentative swish of the wine in their glass, bringing it up to their nose to sniff. You watch, amusement dancing in your eye while you sip from your own glass. They take a sip and scrunch their nose in disgruntlement. “Eugh, nope, still don’t like wine.” They continue to sip anyway, cupping the glass in both of their hands.

“You know, you’re doing a lot better than I thought you would.” You say, crossing one leg over the other. Yuki peers up from their glass—and with the way they’re hunched in their seat in the couch, the way their wide eyes and round glasses lock with yours, you have the overwhelming desire to pinch their cheeks. “What do you mean?”

“Well, we’re in hell, aren’t we?” You chuckle, taking another sip of your wine. It’s a bitter red and dry on your tongue, the faint burn seeping down your throat and spreading through your chest. Truly, it’s a miracle you got your hands on human world alcohol. “Someone so sweet natured as you would have gotten eaten up in a day.” You can see why the brothers like them so much. They’re soft around the edges, so kind and naive- it’d be easy for them to fall into the wrong hands. Luckily for Yuki, you aren’t a bad person.

“It’s good that I have you then!” Yuki takes another drink, then sputters into the glass. “I-I mean the brothers, it’s good I have the brothers. I know I’m not your responsibility, I don’t want to be like some baby you have to watch over—“

Your laugh cuts them off and their face burns hot. “I get what you mean. Besides, it’s good to have trust in your fellow human, right?”

Yuki tugs on the sleeves of their cardigan, a high pitched little laugh bubbling from their lips. “Y-yeah, I guess so!”

They’re still so nervous around you, blubbering about and correcting themselves over the tiniest thing. It reminds you a lot of Levi. Maybe that’s why they get along so well together. You just wish Yuki would be more comfortable around you like they are with the brothers. Ah, well, they’ll perk up eventually.

“Don’t stress about it too much. Let’s make a toast,” you grab your glass, holding it out across the low table between your couches. Yuki fumbles with their glass before thrusting it out, the deep red wine sloshing just shy of the rim. “To sticking together.”

Yuki nudges their glass against your with a tiny clink. “To sticking together!”

…

Yuki is more of a lightweight than you expected. They’ve finished their first glass and are halfway into their second. “You know,” they slump back against the couch cushions. “When I first came here and I heard ‘bout you I thought ‘wowww, they’re so strong’.” They emphasize ‘strong’ with a deeper tone, an ever present smile on their face—one that’s shows the little gap between their front two teeth.

“You made pacts with all the brothers! I think you’re so cool,” Yuki giggles, rubbing at their flushed cheeks. “It’s been a while since I’ve drinken.”

“Drank.” You correct.

“That too.”

You snort, rolling your eyes. Yuki taps their fingers on the table, gathering your attention back on them. “I- before, I said I was jealous.” Their fluffy brown hair falls in their face and the blow a lock away. “Do you still feel that way?” You’re tuning in more. You truly hope Yuki hasn’t formed a distaste, that they haven’t grown to see you as a threat.

“Yeah.” They say, then wave their hands wildly. “Not of you!! I, uh,” Yuki swallows and tugs at the collar of their sweater. “The brothers..they get someone like you…” they clench their hands together, balled up fists in their lap. “To be their master! Why can’t I have that?”

What?

“Yuki, what are you saying-“

Yuki stands abruptly, knees knocking into the table, lips pressed together in a thin line. “I..I don’t think it’s fair! They get to have you all to themselves!” They’re even redder, chest heaving under the baggy fabric of their clothes.

You can only sit there, purely astonished by their..confession? Yuki’s stumbling around the table, tripping over their shoes and falling onto your chest. You raise the half empty glass in time, a near catastrophe of staining red you’d have to explain to the boys. You maneuver around them, setting your glass in the table and grabbing their shoulders. “Yuki, Yuki, what are you doing?”

Yuki slides down onto the floor with a thump, grabbing onto the fabric of your shirt. “Hehe..I like it when you say my name..” they rub their cheek on your knee, sitting on folded legs below you. “I want you to be my master, too. I wanna- I wanna,” Yuki curls their fingers around the bend of your knee, looking up at you so pitifully. “Make me yours, we-we can do a human contract- I can be a pet just like them-“

“Yuki-“

“I can be better, I swear,”

“Yuki-!”

“I love you, master—“

“YUKI!”

You grab them by the shoulders and shake them. Yuki whines, grabbing onto your wrists and sitting up. Their blurry eyes finally look fully into yours, their glasses smudged and crooked. Then, like they’ve finally come to, their face blooms beet red and they stumble back, bumping into every piece of furniture in the process.

“Oh my god, oh my god,”

“It’s ok, calm down,”

“I-I have to go!”

Yuki clambers up, slipping on their shoes and rushing out the door of the lounge and into the faded sound of the club. You have no doubt they’ve bumped into either Asmo or Mammon in their haste, the faint voices like a warbling whisper in your ear. You’re left alone in the lounge, smelling of wine and Yuki’s sweet cologne, left with the memory of what the fuck just happened?