I-I finished it. My holiday started a week ago and I have done nothing productive. Thanks so much to Rosie Posie.

Disclaimer:(luckily) I don't own SiH.
Enjoy!

Takano POV:

Oh. So he's this type of drunk. All that came from his mouth was incoherent, slurred rambling with the occasional insult thrown in there. So far, we have found out barely anything important or of value.

"And then there's this guy!" he glared and pointed at me, "What the hell? Acknowledge someone when they bump into you!" he whined, much logic and reasoning now absent from his words.

The four of us made eye-contact that said something along the lines of 'We should go now.' But before anybody else could say anything,

"Hey Onodera, tell us one of your deepest, darkest secrets; one you would especially not tell your co-workers." I told him, sarcastically. The fact that he actually reacted to that was somewhat baffling. He suddenly became quiet and looked down. He was rambling a few seconds ago, so I probably did something. Crap, what did I do?

"O-once I fell in love when I was in junior high," he sucked in a deep breath. Kisa who had been absent-mindedly stirring his mug of beer for the past twenty minutes suddenly looked interested.

"and I stalked him an-and then one day," There was an unspoken agreement that if anything gets too personal, we stop. Naturally, everybody was curious about the finer details. We'd probably force him to tell the rest later.

"this Mizuno girl she-" Mizuno? This story is starting to sound familiar. I opened my mouth to ask another question.

He reached for another mug of amber coloured liquid courage. Tori quickly snatched it out of his reach.

"I think it's time to stop."

"Oyyyy- Hatori-san~, gimme it!" he slurred, switching back to obnoxious drunk mode whilst attempting to grab the glass.

"Oi, Onodera," I pressed, "what sch-"

"Takano-san, would you take the pleasure of getting this guy home?" Tori interrupted, putting on his suit jacket. I don't know where he lives. Ask someone else.

"Yeah, I suppose I'll do it."

He definitely can't be him. Oda isn't the same as Onodera. He never mentioned anything about books or anything. Then again, maybe he did. Like I said, his rambling was incoherent. The drinks were already paid for so the three sober men threw on their coats. They all left with a 'see you tomorrow, Takano-san' or something like that. I sighed and looked down at the smaller man, now supporting himself on my frame.

"Yeah, so where do you live?" I asked, dragging his body outside of the bar, throwing a dirty look at the bartender because he was a douche. After a few seconds without an answer, I said it again. Then I realized he had fallen asleep.
Tch. Fall asleep after you give someone your address. It would be too late to go back to the office and get some papers. I would attract too much attention if I was carrying a passed out smaller, younger guy on a train. I suddenly wanted to shout in his ear to wake him up. I quickly hailed a taxi to my apartment. The taxi driver probably had his theories about what he thought was going on. Then again, I don't care what he thinks. A few minutes into the ride with Onodera sleeping peacefully in the back seat, I pulled out my phone and called Mizuno.

"Hey Mizuno, would you help with watching over a passed out drunk guy?"

"Huh? It's almost 12, you know." Wow, she was still awake. Then again, that was normal. She sounded more curious than annoyed that I was calling.

"Yeah, I know," I said, uncomfortable at the thought of someone else in my apartment, "I'll make you breakfast."

Mizuno always said, 'how the hell can you cook better than me?!'.

"Deal. I'll be there in thirty." she said, hiding her excitement. She hung up and I slid my phone back into my pocket.
Anyway, what the hell am I doing, letting a guy I knew for less than two days into my place? I'm making this asshole sleep on the couch.

The remainder of the ride in the taxi was silent.

Onodera POV:

Just where the hell was I? The design of the building was familiar, but the furniture and placement of the sofa was different. Oh, shit! Did I accidentally wander into the wrong apartment in my drunken stupor? I tried to get up, but was stopped by a throbbing in my head I hadn't noticed seconds before. My hand went to my forehead while I laid in that position for a few minutes before someone came in.

"Aaah! Pig-tail girl!" I instinctively said, "no wait, I'm sorry for whatever I did last night!"

"Hehe." She giggled. I felt a vein pop at the back of my eye. Just what the hell happened last night?

"Pigtail girl?" she questioned. "I haven't had my hair in pigtails since high school," she scoffed.

Um. How was I supposed to explain this? 'Because you stole my boyfriend-to-be from me from high school!' was what I wanted to say. "Uh, you looked familiar," I replied lamely.

"Oh is that so?" a deeper voice said, coming from a room nearby. Oh God, who else lived here? A cat? I must be going mad...cats don't talk.

"T-takano-san!" I exclaimed in shock. "What are you doing here?"

"I live here, you idiot."

"Eh?" Takano lived here? With her?

"And about that stalker incident in high school," he pressed, both of them cornering me now, "please do tell me more of it."

What kind of stuff did I say when I was drunk? I didn't remember telling them that. No shit. I remembered I was heavily drunk. "P-please regard that as a drunk man's rambling," I told them as I quickly snatched my belongings, which were conveniently placed by the sofa. I bowed slightly and went out the door. "Thank you for taking care of me when I was drunk. I will go now!" I said, panicking.

"Oi, Onodera!" I heard as the door closed.
I frowned, taking in my surroundings. This corridor looked familiar. So did the window. And also the number plate next door. I barely noticed the other door opening as I gaped blatantly at the other door. I slowly walked towards it and unlocked it.

"Oh? So you're my neighbour?" Takano-san said, a mix of annoyance and sarcasm in his voice.

"Um...I...uh..." I stuttered, not knowing what to say. "I'LL BE GOING NOW!" I shouted as I entered my apartment, quickly slamming the door in relief.

"Hey, Masamune. What was that about?" I heard a female voice ask.
It was going to be an awkward day at the office, then. I don't want to leave my apartment. Because then 'that' was going to be outside. My stomach hurt. I was going to call in sick. But then Takano-san will probably barge into here and make sure that I was actually sick.

I...I needed to move.