Sena had been in some strange places in his day. Alcohol was usually a major contributor in these situations, but he'd never been in one quite like this. Sprawled across Kazuki's lap, staring up into the blond's dark eyes, Sena was frozen.
If it were any consolation, Kazuki looked just as shocked as he did.
Whether it was the lineman's reflexes or his training as a defender, his hands flew up to steady Sena.
Stumbling through an apology, Sena tried to right himself, but the strong hands splayed across his back weren't budging. It was shocking. It was absurd. It...
It felt good.
Right, even.
He should've been worried that maybe Kazuki was a bit too drunk to be lucid, but he wasn't.
Worried, that is.
He wouldn't admit it, but maybe he wouldn't mind staying there. Maybe he even wanted Kazuki's hands to travel under his-
Sena had apparently had more to drink than he thought. If he thinking about openly flirting with another boy—a boy that had bullied him, no less—then it was time to stop. Begrudgingly, he attempted to remove himself again.
Instead, he felt his body picked up and turned around—cradled in the other boy's bearlike frame.
"Juumonji-san?"
He was tentative, and spoke softly as he tried to see the other's face.
The blond's sharp gaze was focused on him, and his cheeks were slightly flushed as he leaned down and rested his chin against the top of Sena's head.
Inhibitions had to go out the window at some point, and if Kazuki was thinking the same thing he was, then he wouldn't question it.
Sena smiled shyly and cupped Kazuki's cheek, thinking that this was certainly one of the most unusual situations he'd ever been in.
He didn't think he minded, though.