Who would've known Satoru Gojo was a complete lightweight?

Kagome blinked through the bleariness in her eyes at the World's Strongest Sorcerer, whose head was stuck out the window of the cab they were riding in, babbling nonsense to people on the sidewalk as they passed by. Slightly drunk herself, though not nearly as inebriated as he seemed to be, she shook away the alcohol that was pressing in on her brain, trying to focus.

It was unfair really. The warm, languid buzz coating her insides sure felt nice and she would have loved to relax into it, but it appeared she now had to try and keep her wits about her and be on babysitting duty. She could have sworn Nanami did it on purpose, too. As she'd made to leave, Nanami had appeared with their drunk colleague and dumped him into the cab with her. Looking out the window while they pulled away from the curb, there had been the ghost of a smirk on his normally placid face as he saw them off. Her eyebrow twitched. She would get him back for this. Sadist.

Gojo pulled his head back into the cab, splaying out his long limbs with a giddy sigh. "This is soooo fun," he slurred, a flush to his cheeks. "Where are we going next?"

Kagome inched away from his signature man-spread with a peeved look. He always took up so much damn room. And she found she was way too aware of it. "Well, I'm going home…" she said slowly, catching the eye of the cab driver in the rearview mirror. Crossing her arms, she pouted. "You should go home, too."

"Home…" he intoned, like he was really thinking about it, though in his state she wondered if any thoughts were forming. "Already?"

She checked the time on her phone. "It's almost two in the morning."

"That's early still!" Gojo insisted.

Kagome let her head thunk against the window, idly watching the city lights blur together. They would have been nice to appreciate in silence. "You can get out on the corner. I'm sure there's someone out there willing to help you keep the night going."

As the words left her lips, her surprised eyes reflected to her in the glass. Her tone had been a little... petulant. More so than she had intended. Why?

Maybe the inflection would have been lost on him in his state.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Or not. Shit. Still perceptive even when he's loaded. She jumped when she suddenly felt him sprawl into her lap. Cerulean eyes stared up at her over the rim of his sunglasses. Her dress rode up higher on her thighs and she wriggled trying to pull it down. "Gojo—" she warned sharply. Her heartbeat kicked up. "Get off me."

"Does the thought of me going home with someone make you jealous?" he wanted to know, reaching up to gently tug at a lock of her hair. Twirling it around his finger he smiled slyly. "I didn't know you felt that way about me."

"J-Jealous?" she sputtered, momentarily forgetting her desire for him to vacate her personal space. She pressed her knees together. "Why in the world would I be jealous?" Casting her eyes away with a huff, she was glad that it was a bit dark in the cab and the flush in her cheeks wasn't showing.

Had she sounded jealous? Sure, she had noticed all the attention he was getting during the evening. Girls had been falling all over themselves for him to even glance in their direction and some had been bold enough to approach him. He had seemed to enjoy it, getting rounds of drinks and posing for pictures, laughing at things they said, but…

Why had she even noticed? It's not like guys hadn't been coming up to her, too. Had he noticed?

"Just admit it," Gojo nuzzled her. Errantly, her eyebrow twitched again. "You smell nice. That perfume is sexy."

Kagome rolled her eyes as warmth pooled low in her stomach. She was not going to get buttered up by his drunken flirtations. They meant nothing. "It was just an observation. You don't need to get a bigger head than the one you already have."

For good measure, she flicked his forehead.

"Kagomeeee~ Be nice to me!" he batted her hand away and rubbed the spot, eyebrows furrowing. "You put something behind that."

She smiled serenely, glad to have distracted him away from the conversation. Propping her elbow against the door, she leaned her head on her hand.

The cab slowed as the driver pulled off the road, rolling to a stop in front of an apartment building. Turning in his seat, the older man rattled off the fare, then slid his eyes to Gojo who was still splayed in her lap. "Am I takin' this fella somewhere else?"

Kagome poked him, wondering if he had dozed off. "Hey Drunky, I'm getting out here. Tell the nice man where you live."

Gojo blinked at her dazedly with a sleepy grin. "Take me home with you."

Blanching, she tried to remind herself that while it sounded like he was propositioning her, he wasn't. He is a drunk idiot. Why does this happen to me? Taking her lower lip in between her teeth, she pondered if this was a good idea. "Fine… only because you probably don't even remember where you live right now. Give me your wallet."

He could pay, at least.

"It's in my pocket," he slurred, grabbing for her hands.

"Gah, what're you—!" she muttered with annoyance, then squeaked when her hand groped right across his crotch. "G-Gojo! That's not your wallet!"

The cab driver raised an eyebrow at her and she smiled painfully as she wrestled her hands away. Gojo was sitting up now but leaned heavily into her and she tried her best to force him away with her elbow dug into his ribs. Interestingly, his infinity seemed to be disabled. "S-Sorry sir! H-how much was that again?"

He repeated the amount, and she barely heard him, but somehow managed to pay the fare, being sure to leave a nice tip.

Opening the door, Kagome made her way out and reached a hand back to Gojo. The open air was a very welcome reprieve from the too-close quarters of the backseat. "You better be able to walk," she muttered. "If you can't I'm leaving you outside!"

For being drunk off his ass, he was cooperative, sliding sluggishly out of the back of the cab. His hand was larger than hers and warm, sending a tingle down her arm that she tried to ignore. Up so close to him, his woodsy scent drifted into her nose and she nearly sighed. He smells like some manly candle.

The wayward thought halted her and she almost smacked herself with her free hand. Get a grip, Kagome! You're as bad as the girls at the club.

Carefully, although it was awkward with their height different, even in her heels, she slung one his arms around her shoulders and one of hers around his taut back. "Okay… we remember how to walk, right?"

He stumbled with her towards the front entrance of her apartment building, spouting off nonsense the entire way and Kagome gritted her teeth. By the time they made their way through the foyer and to the elevator, she was out of breath.

"God, you're heavy," she whined, making him lean against the chrome wall, then selecting the appropriate floor. "You need to lay off the desserts."

"You know there's not an ounce of fat on me and I'd be happy to prove it you," Gojo bragged, stumbling forward when the elevator began to ascend.

"Careful!" Out of reflex she went to steady him in a clumsy embrace. A soundless gasp escaped her lips when his weight sent her off kilter. Stumbling back a step she felt the elevator wall at her back. He pressed into her and her lips ghosted over his jaw.

She stiffened. "Um. Sorry." Pushing him away quickly, she awkwardly patted his arms to ensure he had regained some balance. Thankfully, the elevator dinged, signaling they had made it to her floor, and she didn't look at him anymore as they made their way through the halls to her apartment. How have I groped his crotch and nearly kissed him in the course of ten minutes? He's going to think I'm trying to come onto him!

He was quiet the whole time, and Kagome found herself wondering what he was thinking as she let them inside. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her while she unhooked her strappy heels from around her ankles and kicked them off, sighing in relief when she felt the arches of her feet stretch out. Cute shoes but damn they had been killing her feet the last couple of hours.

Gojo strolled inside and Kagome idly watched as he passed around the living room, nosily inspecting her meager belongings. He appeared big in her tidy apartment and vaguely she felt uncomfortable, vulnerable even. For something to do, she walked over to the kitchen to get him a glass of water. What exactly was she supposed to do now? His presence was palpable, rolling along her senses in ways that made her feel heavy and strange. It's just the alcohol.

Suddenly, she was exhausted. Falling into bed sounded like a good idea.

"You should drink this," Kagome said, walking over with the glass. Pushing in into his hands, she led him over to her couch. He fell backwards, bouncing lightly on the cushions, and she observed that he was going to be twice its length. "You're gonna have to sleep here. I'll go find a blanket and stuff."

"I can't come sleep with you~?" he whined.

"T-That's… No," she said firmly, crossing her arms as pink colored her cheeks. Sometimes she wondered if he was serious.

Gojo pouted, sliding his sunglasses off and running a hand through his hair. Hooded eyes stared up at her as he leaned back further into the couch. "It'll do..." he said lowly. "Too bad, though."

Kagome tried not to notice the strange feeling twisting in her stomach again. "You could have went home, you know." Without waiting for him to answer, she sighed and wandered away to go find something to use for bedding. Ungrateful guy. He was the one that wanted to stay for the night even if he was drunk. Sorry it wasn't a five-star hotel.

She really needed to start setting some boundaries.

And he really needed to stop flirting with her.

Snagging a pillow off her bed, she went to the closet where she kept any extra linens and searched until she found an extra throw blanket. On his lanky frame it would be more like a towel, but she wasn't prepared to have guests over. It would have to do.

"Now I don't want to hear anymore whining—" She started to say as she returned to the living room, the words dying on her tongue. She wasn't sure if it was the lingering alcohol or if time did slow down, but she watched in muted fascination as he stripped his shirt off. The muscles in his shoulders and chest flexed with the movement as he tossed it aside. Long fingers went to his belt, unhooking it in a practiced motion and her eyes followed down the smooth expanse of his stomach to the lines that disappeared into the pants that hung low on his hips.

When they dropped to the floor, a choked noise escaped her. Boxers not brief. One mystery solved.

Gojo stepped out of his pants and kicked them off to the side, casting her a long look from under his lashes again. Splaying his arms out, he smirked. "See? Not an ounce."

Kagome fingers squeezed into the pillow she held as she miserably failed to stop gawking at him. Definitely... not... an... ounce... She blinked rapidly, clearing her throat. "Um, ahem, well yes, thank you for clearing that up. H-here's some stuff, hopefully it'll do. Sorry it's not much!" Hurriedly, she shoved the pillow and blanket at him. "Have a good sleep!"

Scurrying to her room, she rushed inside and let out a breath as she closed the door with a gentle click. Pushing a hand into her hair, she paced the floor. "No. No, no, no, no, no."

She stopped in front of the full-length mirror that leaned against one of the walls and stared at her reflection. "Listen to me," she said to herself, "You are not attracted to that idiot. Absolutely not."

Again, tiredness washed over her. What a ridiculous evening. Turning away from the mirror, Kagome reached behind herself to unzip her dress. With a shimmy, it slid down her body, over the swell of her hips and pooled to the floor. She picked it up, responsibly going over to her laundry hamper and divesting of it and her other undergarments before slipping into some pajama pants and the biggest t-shirt she could find. Admittedly, it was not very sexy but she didn't need him coming up with some delusional idea she was trying to seduce him when she strolled out in the morning. That is, if he was even there when she woke up. Strangely the thought made her frown.

Flicking off the light, her bed beckoned. Pulling back the covers, she slid into its downy softness with a sigh. "Ah, bed. Nothing better." Closing her eyes, she prepared for sleeps sweet embrace.

When it didn't come, she turned onto her left side. And then a few minutes later onto her right. In the darkness she stared at the closed door and thought about the man in her living room.

Part of her felt... bad. She hadn't been very hospitable. Hopefully he was comfortable. Maybe he had passed out already. She pulled the covers closer and blew out a breath, trying hard to quiet her mind and just sleep.

Drifting off slowly, she nuzzled the pillow.

"Kagome."

"Mmmf," she made a noise. No, she was hearing things.

"Kagomeeee."

Blinking open her eyes, shadows swelled in the room, and she squinted at a darker silhouette. Then gasped and shot backwards so fast she almost rolled off the other side. Heart beating out of her ribcage she felt around blindly for the lamp at her bedside.

When she flicked it on, Gojo was standing on the opposite side. "G-god you scared me!" she hissed. "What are you doing in here?!"

He was holding her pillow. And he hadn't put his clothes back on. "I can't sleep."

"Are you two years old?!" she wanted to know. She jabbed a finger at the door. "You can't just come creeping into my room!"

"I'm uncomfortable~" he scratched at his jaw, looking sulky.

Kagome breathed through her nose. "Fine," she said tersely, throwing the covers off herself. Marching around the bed, she grabbed the pillow from him. "You sleep in my bed and I will go sleep on the couch. I agree it's too small for you."

God, she was going to kill Nanami.

"Just sleep with me!" he argued, easily yanking the pillow back. "You're making a big deal out of nothing."

He'd pulled a little too hard and Kagome gasped as she fell forward. "Oh!"

And suddenly she was being scooped up bridal style and dumped onto her bed. Landing with a small bounce, she stared up at him in shock as he slid into the bed beside her.

Gojo fluffed the pillows as she laid still, watching him with an incredulous look. Settling back onto the bed, he sighed happily. "Ah yes, this is much better. Oh, let me get the light."

Rolling over, his face passed dangerously close to hers as he propped himself up on an arm to switch off the lamp.

Her breath caught and he paused.

Is he... going to kiss me? Her heart was loud.

"Goodnight, Kagome." he said, voice low.

She wet her lips. Her eyelashes lowered. "Goodnight...Satoru."

And then his lips covered hers as the light blinked out.

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A/N: Thank you all so much for all the comments last time. I hope you like this one! :3