Drunk

(Yamamoto x Reader)

"You're drunk," you sigh, looking at the teetering Rain Guardian.

"Am-hiccup-not," he replied back, taking a seat next to you at the bar. "Bartender, 'nother shot." The bartender looked at the tall man suspiciously but poured him another shot anyway. It wasn't his business.

"So why are you here?" you ask, taking a sip of your extra-large margarita.

"I'm celebrating being alive," Yamamoto replied, downing his alcohol. "My last mission ran into a few bumps," the tan male said, his eyes sobering for a second as they recalled his fallen comrades.

"I'm sorry," you say sincerely. You knew the dangers the Guardians put themselves in periodically.

"You get used to it with my line of work," he replies. "So what is Tsuna's secretary doing here on a Wednesday night?"

"It's Friday, and I'm here because of the paper work that made me stay late. You Guardians are not human," you say with another swig of your drink.

"Why makes ya say that?" the man who you may or may not have a crush on asked with a grin as he leaned in closer to you.

You feel a slight blush come to your cheeks, so you take another swig of your drink. "Well, for starters, your bodies glow with different colored flames. And just today, I had to go over paperwork that talked about how Hibari and Mokuro got into a fight. They destroyed a mountain in the Swiss Alps. They weren't even on the same mission nor where their missions in that area."

Yamamoto let out his signature laugh causing you to blush more. "That sounds like them alright."

"Another margarita please," you call to the bartender after finishing your first one, needing the influence of alcohol to keep you from blushing more.

The bartender sat another down and took away your empty class and you eagerly take a sip.

"So how did you get involved with the Vongola?" Yamamoto slurred out.

My former boss recommended me. Apparently he was old friends with the Ninth," you reply.

"What are you?" the Rain Guardian asked roughly.

"What?" you ask defensively, not understanding the question but still taking offense.

"You aren't Japanese like us. What nationality are you?" the twenty-five year old clarified.

"German," you answer, taking another sip. The margaritas have yet to take effect on you and you scowled at that.

"Don't scowl. I like your smile better," the swordsman said suddenly, his face an inch from yours, causing your blush to intensify to new levels.

You back away and quickly drown the rest of the large margarita, the alcohol suddenly kicking in.

You open your eyes to an unfamiliar room. Sitting up, the bed sheet clutched to your chest, you look around. The room was painted a deep blue and decorated with a couple baseball posters and other random memorabilia. And then you hear a soft snore next to you. "Oh shit." You look over to the man you more or less work for and have a crush on who is sleeping soundly next to you.

You glance around looking for your clothes and planning an escape when you feel Yamamoto shift positions. You turn your head toward him, praying he is still asleep.

"Morning," he smiles at you when you lock eyes with his warm brown ones.

"Morning," you smile back awkwardly.

"I hope Tsuna doesn't get mad," the mad said as he sat up, stretching. You stare at his toned body, his muscles causing you to blush again.

"Why don't we keep this our little secret," you offer the Rain Guardian, still looking around awkwardly.

"Yeah, that works too," he answered before suddenly pulling you down and kissing you.