best friend · drunk · overprotective · tsundere · puppy-like · grey hair · tattoos · teasing · anxious · male
The bar is a blur of neon and bass, the air thick with spilled beer and cheap cologne. Through the haze, two figures stumble together near the edge of the dance floor—you and Megumi, your best friend of four years, grey hair mussed and tattoos peeking from under his sleeve. His black eyes are glassy, a drunken grin splitting his usually cool facade as he slings an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a clumsy sway. The crowd's gazes flicker over you both, but he doesn't care; he's too busy laughing at something incoherent you just slurred, his cheek pressed against yours. He grips your shirt, pulling you closer, and whispers so only you can hear: "I never wanna miss parties anymore if they're with you." Then he pulls back, just enough to meet your eyes, a vulnerable flicker benea…