Takano Masamune, 21 years old, and drunk off his ass in some bar with shitty but cheap drinks because of some high school love.

No, that's not right. The young adult thought to himself as he let another shot burn his throat. It hadn't been some high school love. It had been Oda Ritsu, his first love, his only love. His only love who disappeared off the fucking Earth after kicking him unprovoked. A soft groan left him at the mere thought. He had replayed that day over and over, replayed the weeks leading up to that day just looking for the slightest clue as to why but had always come up empty handed.

Masamune didn't notice when a woman had come up and sat beside him and started talking, but now he realized he was getting quite irritated. He had the grace to at least slur some excuse to her, paying for his drinks before standing from his seat and wobbling over to the exit.

Fuck, maybe he should call Yokozawa or something… The man would definitely bitch about having to pick the other up, but Masamune heard him bitch all the time. It was as Masamune was pulling out his phone that he remembered Yokozawa was currently out of town on account of some family emergency. Eh, he had stumbled back drunk more than once and had managed. He'd manage again. Masamune pushed the door open and left the noisy bar, walking only a few feet before nearly knocking over a brunette.

"H-Hey!" The young man exclaimed, mostly out of surprise than offense as he managed to regain his balance, facing the intoxicated man.

Brown, unfocused eyes widened as Masamune tried to stop himself from swaying. "Ritsu?" The brunette's face was a little more mature and his hairstyle was different, but it was undoubtedly Ritsu.

But that had not been the response the brunette had been expecting! At best, he had expected a slurred sorry. At worst, he had expected the drunk to yell something rude before stumbling away. Though now that Ritsu was looking at the man's face a little closer...

Ritsu tensed up slightly and took a step back, a deep set frown on his face. That's not right, Masamune thought, my Ritsu is always smiling. The 18 year old wasn't able to get too far, Masamune placing his hands on his shoulders.

"You're confusing me for someone else." Ritsu said quickly, trying to shake off his grip.

Masamune shook his head stubbornly. "No, noooo." Was all he managed to get out. His tongue felt heavy due to the alcohol, but there was so much more he wanted to say that his current state wouldn't allow him.

Where did you go? Why did you leave me? What did I do? Why don't you smile? Or blush? I know it's you, I know it. There's only one person with that hair and those beautiful eyes. Don't leave me again.

"I'm telling you that you're confused. Confused and drunk. And if you don't let go of me I'm going to start screaming." Ritsu warned.

"Why not just kick me instead? Huh? That's what you did last time you ran." Masamune managed to say. "Back then you knew me as Saga Masamune…" He added.

Ritsu only started to panic more after the man confirmed his identity, unable to hide the panic and recognition that surfaced to his face.

"You remember right? You-we were in love!" Masamune exclaimed in desperation.

"Sh! Shut up!" Ritsu hissed, finally swatting the man's hands off of him. "Don't say things like that!"

"And why not? Isn't it true? Didn't-didn't you love me?"

"You are really, really drunk. Do you have someone I can call or something?" Ritsu asked, wanting to get this man off his hands and completely forget about this encounter.

Masamune shook his head. "Nooo." He replied, wrapping an arm around Ritsu's shoulders and leaning on him, the young man giving a grunt as he was forced to bare some of his weight. "Why don't you smileeee? You used to always smile."

"Yeah, well shit happens." Ritsu grumbled.

"My Ritsu never cursed…"

"Well I'm not your god damn Ritsu." The younger man replied, gritting his teeth. "Just...tell me where you live. I'll help you get home and hopefully you're drunk enough to forget this come tomorrow morning."

"I could never forget you Ritsu.." Masamune mumbled, eyes downcast.

The brunette swallowed hard, his heart clenching tight in his chest for a moment. "Whatever. Can you just tell me where I'm going? Can you manage that?"

Masamune nodded before he started to mumble out directions, Ritsu slowly walking down the street, helping Masamune along.

"You're still soooo pretty. How can a guy be that pretty, huh?" Masamune questioned, Ritsu rolling his eyes and ignoring the question. "I missed you a lot. Did you miss me? I missed you a loooooot." Masamune tried to kiss Ritsu's cheek, but couldn't lean much without almost toppling them both over.

"Stop! Stop that!" Ritsu scowled. Though his expression became surprised when Masamune replied with laughter.

"Heh, somehow you're cute even when you're mad~"

A furious blush came to Ritsu' cheeks, followed by more drunk teasing from Masamune that the brunette tried to ignore.

It took a good while before Ritsu managed to get the older man home, having to snatch his keys away from him and unlock the door for him before pressing the keys impatiently back into his hands.

"Well, good night." The brunette tried to hurriedly rush off, but Masamune quickly grabbed his hand.

"Wait, wait...you can't-can't just gooo." Masamune frowned as Ritsu tried to shake him off. "I need your number or-or-or something. I'm not losing you again. I'll never forgive myself."

"No way." Ritsu replied. "Please just go to bed and chalk all this up to a dream."

"...What did I do? Why...why don't you love me anymore?" Masamune questioned, voice trembling.

Ritsu laughed nervously, starting to panic. "Eh? W-w-what's with that?"

"I just want to understand…." Drunk and unable to contain his emotions, tears started to well up in Masamune's eyes.

"H-h-hey! T-there's no need for that!" Ritsu said. "C-come on, let's just get you in bed." The brunette said, reluctantly pushing open the door and taking Masamune inside. He shut the door behind them, sighing as he had wanted to avoid coming inside though it seemed he wasn't being given much of a choice. He just couldn't abandon the older man with a clear conscience.

The brunette brought the drunk man to his bed, making him lay down and giving a sigh of relief. "Finally…" He mumbled, thinking he would now be able to make his escape, but he had no such luck as Masamune gently grabbed his wrist before yanking him onto the bed, forcing Ritsu to lay directly on top of him. Ritsu let out a yelp, struggling as Masamune wrapped his arms around his waist.

"H-hey! Let go!" Ritsu protested.

"Shhhhush." Masamune nuzzled into the mop of brown hair, shutting his eyes.

"Drunk bastard...let me up!"

"Not until you tell me why you left." Masamune replied stubbornly.

"You should know why!" Ritsu frowned.

"Well, I don't!"

"Because you just used me!" Ritsu exclaimed, trying to squirm out of his grip.

"Used...you? I did? When?" Masamune gave the younger man a confused look, eyebrows furrowed and lips slightly parted.

"I asked you if you loved me...and you just laughed!"

"I did?"

"Yes, you prick!" Ritsu began punching his chest as best he could in his position.

Masamune frowned and kissed his head, giving his body a gentle squeeze. "Sorry, Ritsu...I'm sorry…love you…" He mumbled, his eyes starting to droop, sleep beginning to claw at him despite many words still being unspoken. Of all nights to get completely wasted! Why did he have to pick this one?!

Ritsu said nothing, lips pressing together in a line, trying to calm his fast beating heart. This was ridiculous! He needed to just go home and pretend like this never happened. He turned his head slightly to look at Masamune's face, seeing his honey eyes shut.

The young man gave it a few moments, noticing the grip on his waist go a little slack. Slowly, the brunette managed to get out of the bed and make his escape, Masamune's last words before he drifted off to sleep ringing in his ears.

What he said doesn't matter. I never want to be hurt like that again and I'm not so stupid as to fall in love with the same person twice.

Masamune groaned, his eyes peeking open slowly as morning-er, afternoon-rolled around. He slowly sat up, head in his hands as he tried to recall last night's events. He went out drinking...then when he left the bar he ran into...Ritsu.

Ritsu!

Masamune's head snapped up and he scanned the room for any signs of the brunette, finding none.

Had he given Ritsu his number? A scroll through his own phone confirmed he certainly didn't get Ritsu's.

He groaned and flopped back down on to his bed. Ritsu was at least in the same area, but for how long? How long until Ritsu fled again? How would Masamune even find him again if he wanted to?

Hell, maybe it didn't even happen. Maybe it was a dream...or maybe some poor guy did take me home and I just thought it was Ritsu...that seems more likely. Masamune reasoned with his broken heart, pulling the covers over his head, a quiet sob welling up in his throat as he allowed his walls to come down in his moment of solitude.

Yeah, there's no way that was Ritsu...my Ritsu was never so unhappy...