Sure. Have some warm gentle fluff. I have never written drunk people before.
“Do you ever think about turtles, Suga?”
Suga did, in fact, not think about turtles very often. Not that he had anything against them. Turtles were cute. Lovely creatures, really. Suga didn’t have a personal problem with any turtle and had never started a fight with a tortoise (who were related to turtles, that much he could recall, and being mean to someone’s distant family members was never a good start for friendly relations).
But the alcohol washing through his veins with a warm, soft hum didn’t allow any of his higher brain funtions to work properly, and that included any deeper rational senses as well as the possibility to wonder just why he and Daichi were lying in his sister’s hammock, staring at the stars above and talking about – well, turtles, apparently.
Daichi looked so cute when he was drunk, Suga thought and nuzzled his face into the neck of his best friend. The hammock was small (thank god) and Daichi was warm, so warm. Suga could listen to him forever, talking in that swaying voice, stumbling over words just a bit because fuck, they were so goddamn drunk. It had been a wild night at Nishinoya’s, and of course Daichi had insisted to walk him home.
“Your cheeks get red when you drink,” Suga whispered into his neck and giggled. Daichi’s arm fit perfectly around him. He didn’t even feel cold, and Daichi smelt nice and why couldn’t they stay like this forever. “You’re cute. You’re so cute, Daichi. I want to marry you.”
Daichi nodded, very seriously. “Turtles, Suga. They’re just – they’re so important, you know?”
Suga smiled at him and hiccuped, licking his lips. “’s there a star constellation for turtles? Is there one for you cause – cause you’re so cute, that they put you up ‘ere?”
“I really, really think,” Daichi said and stared into the sky, “that a turtle carries the world on its back. Isn’t that nice? What a sweet turtle. I think if you were an animal, you’d be one. A very… small. Turtle, that is. A cute turtle.”
Suga blinked. “You think I’m – I’m cute, too?” Warmth spread through his chest. The stars seemed to look brighter, white and endless and so breathtaking above his head. Daichi’s hand snuck into his neck. Suga looked up at him, felt Daichi’s forehead press against his own, a nose nuzzle against his.
“Yeah,” Daichi mumbled. His eyes were falling shut, lips trembling. Suga could smell the chocolate liquor they’d drunk in his breath. “I think,” and a pair of soft, shy lips brushed against his own mouth, “you’re like, a turtle that carries me and the team, and you’d have a beautiful turtle forest on your back.”
Suga didn’t even know what that meant, but he still pulled Daichi into another kiss, mouths fitting together with a tiny sigh of their breaths. A kiss, another, and then warm fingers tracing Suga’s face, gently cradling him into sleep.
Suga could still feel the kiss burn on his mouth when he woke the next morning, curled around his best friend in a hammock, the stars faded away above their heads.
Moami 