Sousuke Yamazaki awoke that morning, head foggy and eyes heavy. He felt around, his fingers intertwining into silky sheets. His brow furrowed. He didn't have silky sheets. He glanced to his side to find it empty. He sighed a little in relief. He didn't have a one night stand. Did he? He examined the room now his head was clearing. Definitely unknown. Sousuke went to relieve a scratch from down below and his hand froze when his hand met bare skin.

"What the fuck?!" He exclaimed, looking underneath the sheet. He was naked. Sousuke gathered the sheet around his body, his hand beginning to turn white from grasping it so tightly. He walked to the door and cautiously opened it, hoping to god no one was there. Where were his clothes anyway? Sousuke tried to silently walk down the hall. He cursed himself as his feet made a squelching sound as he moved. Damn my naturally sweaty feet.

Sousuke froze to the wall when he heard a clang of metal and a soft voice. The voice sounded familiar. He couldn't put his finger on it. He made it to the end of the hall and spied into by the looks of it the living room. A small cream sofa sat in the middle with a flat screen TV in front. A book case was placed near Sousuke, noticing a few cooking books. His head turned to his left and his mouth dropped. There in the hole connecting the living to the kitchen, wearing his own shirt, drowning the culprit was none other than.

"Nanase."

"You're awake." He seemed surprised. His large blue eyes, examining the body in front of him. Sousuke grasped the sheet a bit tighter.

"What did you do to me?" He snapped. "Where are my clothes?"

"They're hanging to dry after you threw up last night." Haruka answered.

"What?" Sousuke let his voice soften. "What happened?"

"Here." Haru placed a plate on the counter. "Eat."

Sousuke cautiously walked over and thanked Haru. He followed the raven haired teen to his table and let the sheet fall from his chest when he sat.

"You were very drunk last night and you followed me home. You fell and I helped you up then you proceeded to throw up on my face and yourself." Haruka explained as Sousuke slowly digested the food not wanting to throw up again as his stomach churned.

"And my clothes?"

"I'll go grab them." Haruka announced. Sousuke watched him disappear, his eyes glued to the boys butt. Sousuke shook his head. How'd did he get into this situation anyway? He remembered going out with his flat mate for drinks. Then everything after that was a blur. He remembered bumping into someone. Following someone. Which must of been Nanase. He doesn't remember throwing up. He smirked imagining Haru's expression after been vomited on.

Haruka reappeared carrying a small bundle in his arms.

"Here you go." Haru offered, standing by the door. Sousuke without thinking stood up. Haruka blushed red and glanced away. Sousuke rose a brow in confusion before he glanced down and he gasped. He grabbed the sheet, wrapping it around his waist and coughed awkwardly. The teal eyed man approached the shorter male and made to grab his clothes. He fumbled when his hand brushed Haru's and went to use his other hand, the sheet slipped down. Haruka let out a quick, high pitched yelp. His hand shot out grasping the sheet together. Sousuke reacted at the same time, dropping his clothes to the floor and his hands landed on top on Haruka's. They both gulped and dared to look into each others eyes.

"Could I have my hand back?" Haruka asked, attempting not to show the pure embarrassment on his face. Sousuke quickly let go and Haru pulled his hand away slowly. Sousuke gathered his clothes, blushing as he stood up and motioned his head.

"I'll just..go and you know..." Sousuke fumbled. "Get changed."

Haruka nodded and watched Sousuke head back to the bedroom. Haru grasped his arm, realising he had Sousuke shirt he began to unbutton it. He walked over to the door which Sousuke was hiding behind and knocked. Haru heard a crash and a curse and smiled in amusement.

Sousuke opened the door his head and shoulders the only thing in view. Haruka offered him the shirt.

"Oh thanks." Sousuke grabbed it, shutting the door not before eyeing the chiselled chest before him. Haruka sighed, now he had to find his own clothes.

Sousuke was leaning on the door. He couldn't believe what just happened. Haru just saw him naked. Yeah, Haru undressed him last night, but he wasn't conscious. He was this time and it was so embarrassing. He wasn't ashamed of his body, no. But Haruka just saw him naked, twice almost. He was never going to live this down if Rin found out. Sousuke ran a hand through his hair and decided to get dress and face the music.

Haruka was dressed in his own clothes when Sousuke reappeared and didn't even give Sousuke a second glance.

"I've got class soon so I'm heading out. You can leave when you want." Haruka announced, heading to the door. He wrapped his blue scarf around his neck giving Sousuke one last fleeting look before he disappeared. Sousuke was left gaping at the closed door. He didn't even know where he was let alone how he was getting home. He heard a familiar noise admitting from somewhere in the apartment. Sousuke let his ears take him to his phone and wallet that were sitting on Haru's bedside table. Sousuke noticed the pad and pen sitting on Haruka's bed and smiled.

Haruka sighed in relief as he reached his apartment door. As much as he enjoyed drawing and painting his classmate that had attached himself to Haru was exhausting. He opened the door and dropped his shoes to the floor. He threw his scarf off and his jacket and stumbled to his room. He fell onto his bed and his hand fell upon his drawing pad. Haruka noticed there was something written there and he sat up, grasping the book in his hand.

'Thanks for looking after me.'

Haruka ran a finger across the neat writing before he noticed a small doodle in the corner. He let out a short laugh at what he saw. There were two stick figures, kneeling. One was holding a hand to his mouth while the other was covered in what looked like vomit. Haru smiled and found a number written beneath the picture. Sousuke's number Haruka realised, he let a small blush cross his face as he remembered the events that unfolded that morning. Maybe Haru will give the teal eyed man a call. If vomiting in his face didn't put him off then he doesn't know what will.