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nocakeanywhere · 3 months ago

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Drunk

Pairing: Sanemi x OC

Physical touch was never Sanemi's main forte, so what happens when everything suddenly leads to drunken touches? (guys this is wholesome shyte. I aint that thirsty yet.)

Where Sanemi deals with drunk fluff on the walk home.

It was a lively night at the town of Kawagoe. Unabashed laughter filled the air and the scent of alcohol even stronger. Chaos could be heard from miles away from the town chief's townhouse. Earlier in the day, the chief had kept badgering people to come to the ramen house in celebration of...well, nobody even knew, but it was an excuse to get drunk and be merry. So, the lively atmosphere ensued.

Sanemi Shinazugawa was never very fond of parties. He found it too loud, crowded, and frankly annoying. This time, though, the chief had personally approached him during Sanemi's stroll in the market, slapping him in the back quite harshly, to invite him to the festivities. He had gone on about how Sanemi was slowly starting to blend into town, how everyone had gotten used to his face (despite still being obviously scared), and how the old ladies knew who to call if they ever needed heavy lifting. Sanemi didn't know what to feel about that last one. It sounded like people saw him as an errand boy (oh, how the mighty have fallen). Nonetheless, there was a strange feeling in his chest from being acknowledged just for his presence even though he wasn't always in Kawagoe. There was a sense of belonging he didn't know he'd feel again after losing everyone precious to him. But there it was.

Frankly, he didn't mind how quaint the town was. Because of his appearance, people were rightfully very suspicious of him when he first arrived, but as time went on, they did slowly warm up to him. It did help that he was almost always with the town doctor and so stayed frequently at her estate, but he could tell that even when he was by himself, people were willing to approach him even if a bit reluctant. He supposed they thought they could just tattle to their good ol' doctor. But again, he didn't mind.

And so it was that here he was sitting at one of the tables, except he was alone. Everybody else had gone to other tables to chat and drink away. Sanemi knew they wouldn't stay long with him. They'd ask him just basic and polite (sometimes) questions to get to know him, then move on to another person. He expected it. He was still an outsider, after all. And he didn't exactly look very approachable with his menacing appearance and that perpetual frown on his face. Thus, he took the liberty of sprawling on the entire bench, his own arm draped over the backrest, and leaned his head back into the wall to close his eyes as the noise slowly faded into static. Sanemi gradually relaxed his shoulders as he basked in the noise he had associated with a normal life. He stayed like that for a few minutes, enjoying how no one bothered to come up to him unnecessarily. His peace was broken, however, when he felt something lightly brush his knee along with someone's presence beside him.

Sanemi opened one eye to peer at the intrusion. Yoshida, the town doctor, sat beside him with back straight, knees together, hands folded on her lap. She looked quite put together if not for the wide flush in her cheeks and her unfocused eyes. Funny, looks like doctor had too much to drink. She turned to him and smiled softly with a dreamy look in her eyes.

"Hi." Yoshida crooned.

Her voice was slightly hoarse and her greeting came out very breathy. Like her morning voice. Not that Sanemi had ever heard it, but he'd like to imagine she would sound like that. Wait. Why was he even imagining that? Not to mention, that dreamy look in her eyes had the effect of making her look sleepy, the type he would expect to see when she greeted her husband in the morning hours, looking up at him dazed, then cuddling to his chest for warmth. And, for some reason, Sanemi realized with shocking sobriety, that he had imagined her waking up cuddled in his arms.

Sanemi quickly turned his gaze away from her, only grunting to her greeting. He opted to focus on the scene before him where everyone danced merrily like fools. If he wasn't looking at that damn smile and eyes of hers, maybe he wouldn't be having such scandalous thoughts. So, yeah, he was without wife, and yeah, she was without husband, but that doesn't make any thoughts like that okay! And she was also quite drunk so no, not alright.

So he chose to ignore that strange feeling in his chest, that sudden drop in his stomach like he'd been on the verge of falling but caught himself in time. It created a somewhat ticklish sensation in his chest that was really...weird. And he also felt warm, and that wasn't because of the little alcohol he had that night.

Blissfully unaware to his conflict, Yoshida simply sat quietly beside him, turning her head back to look at the chaotic scene of the ramen house after she heard Sanemi grunt in response. Yoshida was a typically quiet person, settling for observation rather than confrontation; she had a gentle demeanor, but wielded surprising authority when instructing or scolding. Sanemi had never seen her in any other state, especially not in a drunken state, so he was mildly curious what he would see.

Yoshida and Sanemi sat silently beside each other, settling for each other's quiet company instead of mingling. Only now did Sanemi realize how close she had actually sat to him. It wasn't overly close since he was sprawled out on the bench and easily occupied seats for two people, but the bench certainly still had enough space to sit three other people comfortably. Yet Yoshida sat right next to his knee, their clothes brushing against each other every now and then. Sanemi didn't mind and remained silent next to her.

At some point, Yoshida started swaying. Broken segments of an unrecognizable tune would escape her occasionally, but she remained silent mostly. Sanemi glanced at her amusedly, but decided not to comment on it. A sleepy smile adorned her face and, she had closed her eyes halfway through her segmented tune. She stayed like that for a few minutes until Sanemi noticed that Yoshida had stopped swaying. He turned to her to see that, while her posture remained the same, she was slowly starting to nod off, her head startling itself every time it lost control.

"Oi."

Yoshida lightly stirred and fluttered her eyes slightly open, half-asleep.

"Wanna get out of here?" He asked cooly. He hadn't moved from his position, and his gaze remained fixed on the chaos, but he still glanced intently for her reaction. From the corner of his eye, he saw her nod her head in exaggerated ups and downs that her body swayed with it. She had her lips pursed in a tight smile which puffed her cheeks and showed her small dimple.

Fuck, that's adorable.

Wait. What.

Sanemi abruptly stood from his seat as if to shake off the thought and turned to her, hoping she couldn't see the confusion and bewilderment at what he just thought. .

"Stay here." He said firmly, pointing a finger at her before heading out to say their goodbyes to the chief, not before ensuring there were no nearby creeps or other dangers around Yoshida. He prayed Yoshida wouldn't move from her spot. Only heaven knows what drunk people can actually do, and Sanemi had, unfortunately, witnessed some of those alcoholic abominatioms. He hoped in hell she wouldn't do anything crazy.

The chief, however, had different plans than simply letting him go after Sanemi had greeted him. Soon, he was surrounded by the chief's friends, who were clearly drunk, bombarding him with questions about his background, his scars, his marital life, and his job. Sanemi took the liberty of only giving vague answers as much as he wanted to leave immediately. He didn't want to seem rude by ignoring them, especially since his actions could affect Yoshida's reputation and some shit. So, he tried to throw them off as politely as possible, even taking a drink offered to him, and go back to Yoshida. It took him longer to escape than he would have liked but he immediately rushed back to Yoshida. Only, she wasn't where he left her.

He started frantically searching for her all over the ramen house, trying to spot her among the crowds of people, to no avail. He hurried outside to see if she had left without him, and was instantly relieved to see her sitting down at the bench by the entrance, all upright, head hung low, and breathing steady. She was definitely sleeping, and Sanemi wondered how uncomfortable she must be.

"Yoshida." He called.

Sanemi didn't expect his voice to sound so soft. No signs of stirring.

"Yoshida."

He called louder this time. Still no stir. He resorted to lightly shaking her by the shoulders and calling her again, but still no sign. How the hell is she so sound asleep?

"Yoshida." He decided to very lightly tap her cheeks, hoping the touch would startle her awake. This time, she did stir, but instead of opening her eyes, she leaned into Sanemi's touch.

Naturally, Sanemi Shinazugawa's brain short circuited.

She nuzzled her head to his touch, humming in satisfaction as her cheek was now fully encased in his hand. Sanemi could feel how warm her cheek was from the alcohol, but it definitely wasn't as warm his right now. He was confident he was fully bright red and also deaf from how loud his heart thundered in his ears. The way she had turned her head positioned his thumb exactly at her lips and, shit, he felt so conscious about it.

Then she very slowly opened her eyes and looked up at him through her eyelashes. That lethargic look and half lidded eyes had the effect of making her look very, very seductive. The flush in her cheeks. The half-lidded eyes. Her breath on his hand.

It made him lose his mind.

He couldn't think properly. Everything was drowned out by his heartbeat, his shallow breathing, and the senseless thoughts flooding his head. His eyes started fixating on her lips, and, unconsciously, perhaps experimentally, he swiped his thumb over it. He wanted to see how they felt, how easily he could move it, and how warm they were. And, damn it, they felt nice. Yoshida didn't seem fazed at all, her eyes boring into his with that look. Damn, he really wanted to kiss-

Sanemi quickly withdrew his hand like he'd been burned. What the hell was that?

The sudden movement broke Yoshida out of her stupor. Her gaze refocused onto Sanemi, focused but lethargic, making a confused noise before tilting her head questioningly as if she didn't know where she was.

"Come on." Sanemi grunted. "You're going home."

That was all he could say to mask the chaos inside of him. He clenched his hand to override the tingling sensation that lingered on his hand from touching Yoshida's face, trying to ignore from how well she fit in it. His mind was reeling and he felt like passing out from how hot his body burned. Sanemi turned his back from Yoshida, expecting her to get up, because he's sure his face was a dead giveaway to how flustered he was, wrestling internally with thoughts he shouldn't be thinking. Actually, why the hell was he even thinking those thoughts?

Sanemi heard Yoshida shuffle behind him. Good, she's awake now. He started walking, hoping Yoshida would catch up to him, and she did. She walked silently next to him and Sanemi couldn't be happier that she didn't try to talk to him. Granted, he knew now that she was a sleepy drunk, but heaven knows he'd be a mess if he tried to talk to her right now, much less face her while talking.

So they continued walking in silence, only the occasional whistling of the breeze and the rustling of trees interrupting. The ramen house was quite a ways from the Yoshida estate, so their longer walk helped calm Sanemi's heart and cool his face. He couldn't afford being so distracted even when his body was already hyper alert from years of scouring for demons at night. After all, he was walking home a lady. He can't be distracted by said lady if he wanted to protect her, so he refocused his attention to his surroundings, happy to have something to turn his mind to besides his uncontrollable thoughts.

They continued walking in silence, Sanemi occasionally glancing at Yoshida who seemed to be walking normally if it wasn't for the droopy look in her eyes that made her look half asleep. Suddenly, a gust of night wind blew through them, causing a shiver to run down Sanemi's body. To his surprise, though, he heard a huff of annoyance beside him and turned to see Yoshida furrowing her eyebrows, eyes narrowed, and pouting her lips. She suddenly quickened her pace and stopped in front of Sanemi, blocking him.

He raised a questioning brow. She was looking up at him through furrowed brows, her hands lightly clenching into fists, and her pout deepening, and it was with incredulity and amusement that Sanemi realized...Yoshida was sulking.

And he found it so fucking cute.

Sanemi fought the urge to laugh. The usually composed Yoshida, all proper and polite, sulking in front of him. He'd never seen her pout or whine, so this was certainly a sight to remember. He was about to tease her when, suddenly, Yoshida stepped forward and lightly brushed away his haori to snake her hands around his waist in his kimono, so Yoshida appeared hidden inside his haori.

In other words, she was hugging him.

And Sanemi Shinazugawa was frozen in place as his breath hitched. He was red. He was very, very, very red. His stomach was turning like crazy and his heartbeat was skipping all over the place.

"O-oi!" He exclaimed, looking down at her in bewilderment. Damn it, he stuttered. Why in the shit was he stuttering? "Wh-what the hell are you doing?!"

Yoshida rested her head on his chest, and she had shifted her position slightly to fit more snugly against him. His haori gently settled around Yoshida's shoulders, engulfing her completely as she sighed into the embrace.

Sanemi remained frozen. His hands hovered above her in an attempt to pry her off him, but he couldn't will it to move, his fingers twitching as his hands hovered aimlessly. Why the hell wasn't he moving his hands?

Then, without warning, she tightened her embrace around his waist, and the yelp that escaped Sanemi as he slightly stumbled forward into her was one he'd never admit.

"Oi!" He helplessly called.

She was now completely flush against him, and he could most definitely feel the shape of her body even through his kimono. He swallowed heavily.

Shit, shit, shit, shit.

As if that wasn't enough, Yoshida started nuzzling her head against his chest. Mind you, his open chest. And, goddamn it, his pride for his muscles was going to be his downfall. This was completely different from earlier. This wasn't small skin contact. This was her face cuddling against his chest, and damn it if that didn't cause his heart to speed up even more, and the flipping in his stomach intensified.

"Yoshida!" He yelled, almost breathlessly. This woman was going to be the death of him.

Interrupted, Yoshida stopped nuzzling, and looked up at Sanemi, resting her head. She did so in a way where her one cheek was slightly upturned from pressing down his chest, still having that drunken lethargy in her eyes that made her look so, so endearing.

Sanemi gulped. His mind suddenly flashed back to his ruminations back in the ramen house. How he had imagined her waking up cuddled in his arms as she greeted him good morning. How she would snuggle for warmth. How she would look up at him dreamily and give him that sleepy smile.

The parallel of his imagination and what was happening currently was sending his brain into overdrive. She was still looking up at him expectantly, and she pouted her lips again.

Why is she so damn adorable?!

He didn't like how shaky the breath he took to quell himself was, but he had to take one before talking to this woman. Every time.

"What exactly are you doing?" He asked firmly, warningly narrowing his eyes to try to send a message. Yoshida only pouted her lips even deeper and furrowed her brows at him before nuzzling into his chest again.

"But ish cold...." She whined through her nuzzling. Sanemi let out a breath of disbelief. He finally regained control of his hands and he willed himself to grab Yoshida by the shoulders and distance her from him, earning him a surprisingly needy whine he'd never heard from her before. Her head tilted backwards, exposing her neck, before rolling back to give him her pout again. Seriously, this woman.

"For fuck's sake." Sanemi let go of her and took off his haori and draped it over her shoulders. "Here."

Her lips pursed into a tight line before she hummed contemplatively. She wiggled her shoulders as if trying to adjust to his haori before gliding her arms through the sleeves. Fully worn, the haori looked a size too big for her. The sleeves went beyond her fingertips, the wider shoulders put a saggy look on her, and its loose figure made her look like a large dumpling.

But, damn, it looked perfect on her.

Sanemi had never shared his clothes before. Of course, there was the case with his siblings, but he had never done so past his adolescent years. Everybody had been too scared of him in the demon slayer corps to even pull such a stunt. And so he never thought that his clothes would look so good in somebody else. And it looked so right to be on her. He had the same thought earlier when she buried herself inside his haori to hug him. Now he wondered how she would look if she were wearing his other clothes, how it would engulf her so easily, how she would walk around the house with his scent on her and-

Sanemi quickly caught himself in shock of what the hell he was thinking. Again. For the nth time tonight.

He darted past Yoshida to start walking ahead of her. He knew she was going to follow, but who knows what else could happen if he were to keep staring at Yoshida wearing his haori. Surely enough, she was once again shuffling behind him, but he made sure that he was always a couple of steps ahead of her. His dignity really had gone through the ditch tonight. Right now, he looked like some blushing teenager who just got his first crush. What the hell. And his stomach just won't stop fucking flipping every time he unconsciously recalled, well, everything.

"Wait.....Shina-jfksbdksk...san."

That interrupted his thoughts. Was Yoshdia trying to call him? He had no intention of slowing down, though.

"Shi-hdjfjskkjfh..." He heard her audibly take a breath. "Shinaz-jdbswij...." She continued mumbling.

Sanemi held back a laugh. Yoshida was tripping over her words, and she couldn't pronounce his name. Her gibberish then kept trailing off as if she was falling asleep. It was hilarious, so he kept walking ahead, wanting to hear more.

Yoshida suddenly let out an annoyed huff behind him. Oh, she's pissed-

"Sanemi."

That stopped him dead in his tracks.

What.

What did she call him?

His brain stuttered hard. Very hard. He couldn't process anything else besides his heartbeat. Everything inside him twisted into ticklish sensations more intensely, the pit in his stomach dropping further and jumping higher.

She called him Sanemi. His first name. Without honorifics. Just Sanemi.

Damn it, he was soaring. High. In clouds. Away from the earth.

And he was also standing like a fool in the middle of the road, so he couldn't notice Yoshida stop right beside him. She looked at his frozen state confusedly before looking down at his hand, pausing to stare at it almost contemplatively.

A moment passed.

Yoshida slid her hand down his wrist and interlocked their hands together. Sanemi didn't move.

"Your name's too long." She grumbled sleepily as she gave his hand a squeeze.

That woke Sanemi.

He was completely out for a second from just having his name called. Seriously, what was wrong with him? It's just his name. His name. On her lips. He felt like squealing like a damn schoolgirl.

Suddenly, he felt his arm swing forward. Confused, he looked to his side to see Yoshida now standing beside him blankly gazing at him. Then he looked down, to see that his hand was holding Yoshida's. And Yoshida was holding his hand. Not just holding, their fingers were interlocked in a way that their arms twisted together.

His jaw dropped in shock. Physically. And he didn't think he could widen his eyes as much as he did at this moment.

How did he not feel that?!? Wait, no. They were holding hands. THEY WERE HOLDING HANDS. THEY WERE HOLDING HANDS!

His heart really wasn't getting any rest tonight. It was thundering again in his ears and his face was entirely warm. He could feel how slender her fingers were, how they were slightly roughened up by all the treatments she's done, and just...how well her hand fits in his.

Hiccup.

The sound startled both of them. It was a high pitched hiccup, the type that caught people more by surprise.

Hiccup.

Sanemi's face turned red. From embarrassment, this time. He quickly covered his mouth as he realized that those high pitched hiccups were coming from him. Gods, he wanted to die.

His chest sharply hitched for every inescapable hiccup, and he squeezed his face tighter in a futile attempt to muffle it. Even then, he knew his face was red but he couldn't even feel its warmth because his entire body was burning from just holding Yoshida's hand. His wasn't even holding hers back yet (gods knows what would happen to him once he did), so his fingers just hung limp despite feeling Yoshida's grip on the ridges between his fingers. At one point, she even started to rub her thumb over his hand.

Hiccup.

Goddamn it, he was going to die tonight.

A small smile flashed in Yoshida's face as she let out a small chuckle from his predicament. She swung their arms forward again like they were some kids walking home from school.

"Shall we go, Sanemi?" She beamed at him childishly. Oh, the things she does to him.

Sanemi, ever the idiot, could only nod dumbly and have his arm swung to Yoshida's whims, his hiccups sharply punctuating and echoing in the air on their way home.

This was one long ass fic, but guys I was up till 5 am writing this so please excuse the pacing. Sanemi's too much of an idiot for me to sleep off this delulu.