It didn't have to be fair, as much as he felt like he should have known, he also felt like she was keeping something from him for such a long time. What else did she change really.. so many things had much different meanings all of the sudden. He let out a small breath as he thought on it. He let the air between them thin out a bit.
It wasn't too long or anything but definitely enough time to think. Besides that now it was break, so it was their first school day off together. He woke up and got himself set up for the afternoon. Once it was closet towards the evening he knocked on her door. He was a bit anxious, not knowing if she'd have questions or if he would, or if they would feel totally awkward. He really, didn't want things to be bad, but he had a lot to consider.
This was clearly a too complicated situation for a morning after too much to drink. She didn't know what he wanted to say nor did she know how to answer most of it. It was a pretty bad mess. "Because you are safe to me," she replied and did finally look at him, even if her head seemed to flush even more at this point, "We've known each other since forever... I trust you..." Her hands played with the blanket around her, not sure what to do.
Him reminding her that she hadn't been shy last night didn't help her flush. "I was drunk," she reminded him, though she knew he knew that, "So you can't see me like that?" Was that what he was trying to say? She watched him to furrow his brow.
What he said wasn't really making much more sense. So he liked her, but didn't? It made no sense to her. The point about talking was fair. "We could work on that," she pointed out, but knew there was no guarantee that it would work out. She would try for him though. "What would you want to talk about?" she asked curiously.
Naturally, the accusation of her only talking to him about this because she was buzzed was a little mean. "That's not fair," she said, feeling like he was implying she could only ever have a conversation like this with him under influence. She was slowly feeling even worse about all of this. That was why when he moved to leave she didn't stop him. "See you," she said softly as she watched him leave. Still not feeling too great she simply curled up in her comfort fort. It smelled like him a little. She wasn't sure if she would be able to sleep, but probably exhaustion and simply the need for her body to recover would carry her away.
He wasn't really too keen on the years part either, but he supposed that answered that question as well. He looked down at the table before shaking his head a little bit. He didn't have to like that he was too blind to notice or that she was hiding it so well. "Yeah..but you said.. You said I was safe and that.. I.. I dunno."It sounded like he would have liked to know. "You certainly weren't shy last night.. but I don't know.. this is beyond being shy.. I've known you for so long.."He was disappointed in himself, but in a way he was a little bit disappointed in her. She still wouldn't even look at him. He knew what he felt was real from her, even if she was really drunk. He looked to her still, though his brows furrowed a bit now. "I don't want to tell you I don't feel the same..but there is a part of me that doesn't want to tell you I do. You are shy.. I know. I've known you for a while, but if there are things you can't even look at me about or talk to me about.. I'm too open, for something like that to work out with me.. and I'd want it to."He'd want it to work out, it all made sense for the two of them. He even tried to take care of her today. He sighed out a bit, standing up now, "You obviously need a little rest, you're still buzzed if you're talking to me about this right? At least if you drank a bit you'd look at my face."He didn't know why it was so important to him, but it was. It irked him, it was out in the open and he was accepting and she kept acting ashamed or something. He had just gotten dumped shouldn't he be the one all sad and embarrassed? He went to leave anyway. "I'll think some.."
It was something to know that even Ai, the person who had been his girlfriend, didn't evoke those feelings. That made her feel more happy than it should. Hearing him apologize, she shook her head, finally looking up at him, though she was clearly bright red and unsure what to do. "How could you have known? I... never acted on it," she pointed out, finding it odd that he was apologizing for something she had never intended on telling him, or more like never had the courage to tell him.
At the same time she did note he made no attempt to deny or accept what she had said. She had clearly jumped him on this. Running a hand through her hair, she sighed. "This has nothing to do with how you are," she muttered, her gaze still not quite meeting his, "What did you expect? I can barely talk in public. How could I have ever said anything like this? I'm shy, Sho-kun. I'm not able to just say that. If I could, I would have likely said it years ago." That last part slipped out. He hadn't known that she had adored him for years, since she had realized what love is.
Sho looked at her, her muttering and cowering not helping here. "Even with Ai-chan."He offered back to her, it was really something different with her, the feeling she put behind it. He could feel something a lot more. It just, was hard to explain. "I don't know.. I'm sorry it's news to me Kyoko-chan. I'm sorry I didn't pay more attention to it.."He didn't know what he was supposed to say, but he was fairly upset at himself for not noticing. He wanted her to not feel bad about this when he wasn't even sure that he didn't feel the same way she did. "I don't like how drunk you had to be before you even brought up the subject. Or how you're not willing to face me about it.. I'm not a monster like you assume. I won't hate you like you think is so easy..."
Even if she knew that he would never force her to do anything, she also knew that he would think less of her, if she lied to him about the reason, though likely only in his head and that was bad enough for her. She regarded highly what he thought of her and right now it was all coming crumbling down with her now having to tell him the truth.
Did he honestly think that it would ever get better than that? There had been reasons she hadn't told him in all the years. She was no good at this and this was probably the worst situation of all. Sure, it was terrible, but it would never be better. "As if you could. It's out now," she pointed out, muttering against her knees, still debating running from the room.
Him going on to talk about it naturally didn't help her with any of this. She knew he had never considered her more than his childhood friend, which was pretty much saying he saw her as a sister. Him now talking and explaining didn't help much, because he didn't really seem clear on what he was saying. "Even with Ai?" she couldn't help herself asking through her knees. A more confident woman would now say they could try going out, but that wasn't her so she just sat there, waiting for him to figure things out.
It seemed that she was going to struggle no matter what, and he wasn't really demanding. He could have totally just accepted the answer she wanted to give him, he was sort of compliant like that. He scratched the back of his head for a moment, she wouldn't have done that unless she was drunk, sure, but..well he couldn't tell if that was a good thing or not.
He watched her crumple up and seem to be afraid of everything that was happening around her. He felt his shoulders slump down a bit at her idea of a confession, sure it wasn't great or anything, but it wasn't like she wanted to tell him. "I'll pretend you didn't say that if you'd rather...you look like you're not wanting to say that to me."He pointed out, she didn't seem to get any relief by saying so and she looked like he had backed her into a corner. "I..dunno.."He mentioned after, scratching the back of his neck. He had only recently felt like she wasn't something of just his friend, like noticing things about her. "I liked..I like how you did that stuff..even if you were drunk..so it makes sense that you like me.."He felt his face get a little redder. "I never felt something..like that before..so..I don't know how to explain.."At the very least it sounded like he was considering things and if he did like her too.
This was the worst situation for her to be in. She clearly didn't have half her wits to her, no wonder after the amount of alcohol she had had, and they were steering directly towards a topic that she could no longer avoid. Sure, she could lie, but at the same time she knew he would likely spot it, if she did. There really wasn't much of an option aside from telling him the truth.
Him sort of demanding an answer was not helping this situation as she slightly began to panic, curling more up into a ball as she avoided looking at him, even though she could clearly feel his eyes on her. "No, no," she repeated, shaking her head softly, not daring to do much more than that with how she felt, "I mean... I was drunk, very drunk. Otherwise I never would have done any of that." That was the truth. No way in a million years would she have had the courage to do that, at least not sober. She hadn't in the last decade, why would the next have been any different?
Still, knowing he would continue to press her for an answer now, she knew she didn't have a choice. Her face was bright red and her heart racing as she buried her head in her knees. "I... like... you...," she muttered into her knees, not daring to look at him. Her entire body shook and she was strongly considering running from the room and locking herself into her bedroom.
To him he recalled the feeling that was behind it all, he just didn't know if it was real or if was her being drunk. Her words alluded to it being something else, but he didn't know if he could just assume everything about it. He did want to know of course, but she kept stopping. "Okay..well then..what then?" He didn't know what else to ask about it, or what he should be assuming. "You were just drunk? You were lonely..?"He wanted the answer of course, it didn't mean he knew what he'd do with it..after all he hadn't exactly refused or anything, but how could he be blamed..the way she kissed him made him feel..well like she really wanted him for one, and she really meant it, it was special. He looked to her now, even if she refused to look at him, he clearly wanted to know, and he didn't want a lie or excuse.
She knew he would show her any alcohol, even if he loved to tease her. Maybe in her state right now she wasn't as receptive to that as she normally was. Not after feelings completely being pulled through the ringer. She was grateful for the food though, even if she was eating it even slower than she normally did.
It just seemed like a topic they would have to talk about at some point, even if it was one she didn't know how to handle. She had never kissed anyone, let alone drunk making out. Her face was definitely bright red from the topic though, to say the least.
She could easily take the reason he gave her and roll with it, but right now she was absolutely not in the state to lie or be overly embarrassed. At least not more than she normally was. Probably the best state to get anything out of her. "I... didn't feel bad for you... I mean I did, but I didn't kiss you because of that...," she muttered, not being able to look at him as she put some food in her mouth, possibly to stop herself from talking more. She really shouldn't be talking about this.
He wouldn't show her anything of the sort, but he always liked to tease. He picked something she would more than likely be able to hold down, and something that would help soak all the rest of the alcohol out. It wasn't that he wanted her to feel like a child, he just wanted to help her get better, after all, he had brought the bottle in the first place, even if he didn't start with it. She broached the topic well enough, if not very quietly. His face got a little red as he slowly continued to eat. Just what was he supposed to respond with anyway. "Well.."He looked to her, she could face him about it or she could give him some other reason, he was still a bit confused about it all. "I dunno..i guess maybe you felt..bad for me..but..I didn't expect you would ever do something like..that."He didn't know how to take it really. It didn't feel like just pity or anything.
Even if she was hungover as hell, she was very self conscious of her state of undress. That he helped her with dressing didn't help her embarrassment one bit. Actually she felt very much like a child when he helped her with the medicine and water as well, even though she clearly needed it. Eagerly she swallowed both, hoping for relief soon. The thought of food made her stomach churn and she gave a groan. "Not sure I'll be keeping it down," she replied dryly, but was glad for his help to get back to their comfort fort.
The food was tempting and she did nibble at it lightly, but she was still very cautious about anything being eaten. That and her throat still felt bad from her trip to the bathroom. His question and teasing made her turn bright red, though she gave a groan at the thought of more wine. "Don't you dare show me wine," she muttered before trying to figure out what she was trying to say. It was so easy to pretend that she couldn't remember anything. Maybe she should. Then things could go back to normal, but she could never act normal after that. "I kissed you...," she more or less whispered, not sure if he could understand what she said. Never mind telling him that she had never kissed anyone before.
He wasn't paying much attention right now to how she was dressed when she was also feeling bad. He offered her shirt which of course he had brought along once he noticed she hadn't moved from the spot in her bathroom. Once she was sitting up he took the medicine back and helped her with her shirt. "Just drink some water first."He told her, not wanting her to fumble around too much with the medicine. Giving her a bit and some water he helped her with her medicine. "C'mon. Got you something you can keep down."He told her slowly and gently lifting her up to move her back out to their comfort fort and the table with the food.
Once they were seated she did mention something, "What were you trying to say?" He asked as they now sat there munching on some food. Though a part of him couldn't resist. "Maybe some more wine will even you out? You seemed determined to drink.." He mentioned, it was unusual of her. Then again..he remembered everything. He didn't know if she did.
The dizziness definitely caught up to her now that she was laying on the ground, which only added on top of her headache and her stomach. She just stayed there curled up. Not moving seemed like a good idea, not even caring that the tiled floor felt really cold on her skin at this point. Now she remembered why she so rarely took more than a glass. She couldn't really hold it down.
Hearing him at the door, she gave a soft sound, which she meant to say yes with, but she really couldn't at this moment. Not like she was going anywhere anytime soon. She rested her forehead on the cool tiles, feeling flushed at this point. Closing her eyes, she just waited for him to return, because honestly, she didn't have the energy to do more. Though in her head she kept replying the parts of last night that she remember and wasn't sure what to do. Had she really done that?
When he finally returned she let him prop her up against the bathroom cabinet, though she was clearly flushed. "My shirt...," she muttered hoarsely, "Not just that though..." She looked to him, wondering if he wasn't going to ask what had happened last night or if he was going to ignore it all. Her hands did reach out to grab the medicine, but her hands shook too much.
He watched her go through some subtle motions, trying to smile at him but then trying to hold in her alcohol. He watched her go like a bullet to the toilet, at the very least dizziness went by the wayside when you had to find the bathroom. He noticed how long she was gone and wondered if she was feeling the full effect. He didn't usually feel everything so it wasn't as bad for him.
He stood up and moved to the kitchen looking through her cabinets,for some head medicine and some stomach stuff as well. She didn't have any really. He walked over to the bathroom door and gave it a knock, "I'm gonna go get you some meds. You're okay for now I hope?"He did wait for her to say at least something before he headed out of the door. He returned in twenty minutes or so with some remedies for her, head medicine, something to settle her stomach and some good after alcohol eating, probably for the both of them. He had to wonder what she could remember as well, not really knowing if she did or not . He prepped her up something and set it out for her. "I'm here to help Tiger. You really decided to drink a lot."
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