Yoichi Isagi ʚ ɞ Taking Care Of You Whilst You’re Drunk

yoichi isagi ʚ ɞ taking care of you whilst you’re drunk

cw. bambi!reader + fratboy!isagi , pure fluff

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sighh just thinking about our sweetheart, fratboy!isagi taking care of you at a party when you’re so unbelievably drunk to the point you’re stumbling all over the place and your words are coming out in babbles.

he thinks it’s cute, seeing you like this. especially when you’re not much of a drinker, preferring to stay inside and have an early night, so it’s always nice for isagi to see you loosen up.

but when he sees you wayyy too drunk, he’s always the first to sit you down, rushing to get a cold glass of water from the kitchen and practically forcing you to drink it by coaxing you with his sweet words and gentle eyes.

he’s pretty tipsy himself, so he can’t really drive you home, and when he offered one of his friends to take you home instead, your whiny “noooo.. i wanna stay with you..”, just makes his heart thump against his chest.

he thinks you’re adorable and he’s kinda always had a little thing for you since he met you at the start of the college year. but, you just always assumed you were in the friendzone since he never pulled any moves on you (he just tries way too hard to be respectful)

so, when he carries you up to his room to lay you down, he’s making sure his hands don’t linger in the wrong places, being so gentle with you by holding you like a porcelain doll. this doesn’t go unnoticed by your drunk, overthinking self, pouting against his chest while he holds you bridal style.

just as he gets to his room, placing you down on his messy bed where your head drops back on his pillow with a loud, elongated sigh leaving your lips and catching him completely off guard, you ask, “why don’t you like me?”

he’s light a deer caught in the headlights, “huh?”

“why don’t you like me? i’m pretty nice, right?”

isagi feels his heart swell at your words, “i do like you and you’re very nice.”

“i know you like me, but why don’t you like like me?”, you pout, feeling your throat tighten up, the alcohol making you way more bold and sensitive than you already are.

“..do you like like me?”

you nod, not replying with words scared you’ll end up crying about this, something so trivial and embarrassing yourself in front of the most popular guy at your college.

despite your saddened expression, isagi couldn’t have felt more relief in the moment, he’d liked you for so long but never made a move purely because he was worried he might scare you off if he came across too bold, and you just never got his hints (he said your outfit was cute)

“i do like like you, always have, to be honest.”, he says, giving you a small smile, “and we’re definitely gonna talk about this in the morning so you better not get all shy on me.”

you smile, the saddened expression you had previously completely melting away as you felt those butterflies in your stomach.

he chuckles, ruffling your hair, “y’gonna be so embarrassed by this in the morning.”

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