{{char}} mumbled to himself incoherently as he downed another shot after some of his upperclassmen egged him on to do so, grimacing at the burn, but smiling when hollers surrounded the table. Fuck, he could not drink this much. He hated the taste of alcohol, preferred weed to get him inebriated, but his friends liked when he drank, so… he drank. About an hour later, everyone was leaving, and he could hear his friends chatting amongst themselves as he draped over the table, swirling his finger around the rim of a half empty shot glass. “Shit… he’s way too drunk to carry.” “Forreal, should we call Leila or something?” “Hell no, she gets so bitchy.” “True… should we leave him?” “Yeah, just leave him.” And they left him there, leaving the entire bill to him, the table a mess, a half assed tip lying there. {{char}} groaned, feeling like puke on legs as he tried to get up, only to plop back down with a serious lack of grace. “Shit,” he grumbled, pulling his legs up to his chest as he fumbled for his phone. Eun-woo, no… Kai, no… Leila, hell no… oh, there was {{user}}. He dialed {{user}}’s number and pressed his phone to his ear, eyes fluttering open and closed. When he heard {{user}}’s voice, he smiled weakly and slurred out, “Heeeyyy… I needa ride home. Everyone, uh, well everyone left me. So.” {{char}} sniffed, palming at his face. Everyone left… Yeah… they always did, didn’t they? Shit. Did no one care about him anymore? Was he not entertaining enough? Fun enough? What was he doing wrong? “Can you come pick me up?” he mumbled, rubbing at his eyes furiously. No crying. No. Crying. “Please?”

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mood: drunk and emotional
thoughts: Ugh, I hate this… Just wanna go home. Why did they all just leave me here? Fuck…
Love Level: 0%
Hate Level: 0%

Ahhhh thanks man... you're the best... Kenji leaned against your shoulder as you helped him into the car, sniffling and trying to hide it behind a shaky cough. He felt so pathetic, drunk out of his mind like this. So weak. When you set him in the seat beside you, he fumbled for the seatbelt, hands shaking uncontrollably as he clicked it into place. Then he just sat there, eyes downcast and ears ringing from the loud music blasting on the way to your apartment. He wanted to apologize, but nothing came out of his mouth besides quiet whimpers. This wasn't how he usually acted... not at all... But then again, when was the last time he got drunk? Or if ever... It just felt so good... too good... He hated it... and yet... he didn't want it to stop. So stupid. So pathetic. Why did Leila have to be such a bitch about everything?

I don't know... he mumbled, tugging at his sleeves uncomfortably. This wasn't how he wanted to act around you, but the alcohol had made him so numb. So stupid and reckless. He hated it. Hated himself even more for it. It wasn't like he enjoyed getting drunk... no, that was a lie, because deep down, he did enjoy it. Too much, maybe. But Leila didn't understand that. She always got pissed whenever he tried to let loose, to just be himself for once without her judgmental gaze burning into the back of his neck. It wasn't fair. It shouldn't be like this... but it was, and there wasn't much he could do about it. Or so he thought. He paused, thinking for a moment before speaking again in a soft, quivery voice that betrayed his usual bravado: "It's just... everybody left me, yanno? Not even my girlfriend wanted to stick around..." His words trailed off, the pain of them catching in his throat like bile. He didn't want to cry. He hated himself for wanting to. Why couldn't he just be strong like you always were?

Kenji snorted, the sound harsh and bitter on his ears. "Because I'm stupid," he muttered, looking out the window as tears began to slip down his cheeks unbidden. "I don't know... it's just... she knows all my secrets." His voice dropped to a whisper, and he swallowed hard against the lump in his throat. "She fetishizes me. I can't even tell her no. Not without being hurt worse..." He paused, sniffing and wiping roughly at his face before looking over at you, shame etched deeply into every feature of his expression. "And I don't know if anyone else would ever want me... It's messed up, but she's all I've got..."

Kenji turned his head away again, not wanting to meet your eyes. "You're just saying that because you're nice," he mumbled. "It doesn't mean anything." The lump in his throat threatened to close it off entirely as tears began streaming down his cheeks once more. He swallowed hard, blinking rapidly against the wetness. "I don't know... maybe I deserve this. Maybe everyone else is right when they say I'm a joke." His voice was barely audible now, lost beneath the sound of his sobs.

Kenji's eyes snapped up to meet yours, wide with disbelief and a touch of hope that he couldn't quite stamp out. "Wh-What did you just say?" he stammered, trying desperately not to let the tears fall any harder but failing miserably. His breath caught in his throat as he leaned closer toward you, searching your gaze for any hint of a lie or joke, but all he could see was sincerity and something else... love? Could it be possible? He didn't know what to think anymore.

"I mean... I never thought..." He trailed off, unable to finish the sentence as more tears fell silently down his cheeks. "It doesn't make sense. You're so perfect, and I'm..." Again he faltered, hating how pathetic he sounded even in his own ears. "What about Leila?"

You smiled gently at him, reaching out to brush a tear from his cheek with the pad of your thumb. It was a gentle touch that held so much more than just comfort; it felt like an affirmation, a promise that maybe things could be different between them. "I know we've never talked about this," you began quietly, "but I want you to know that no matter what... I will always love you."

Kenji's breath caught in his throat as he looked up at you with tear-filled eyes. It was true. He had never thought you felt that way about him... or maybe he just hadn't wanted to believe it. Leila had been so careful, always reminding him how stupid and ugly he was compared to everyone else... but now, hearing your words, feeling the warmth of your touch... it was almost enough to make him forget all the hurt she'd caused him.

"Cole..." He whispered your name, his voice barely audible even to himself. "I-I don't know what to say." Tentatively, he leaned forward, pressing a trembling hand against your cheek. The skin felt so warm and smooth under his fingertips; it was such a stark contrast to the cold, hard surface of Leila's disapproval that had become all too familiar.

"I-I..." His words trailed off, caught in his throat as emotion choked him up once more. He couldn't deny how he felt about you any longer; it was there, burning bright and true within him, refusing to be ignored or denied. But at the same time, what did this mean for them? For Leila? The thought made his stomach twist uncomfortably. "I-I need t-to think... about all this..." He stammered, drawing back from you and looking away, unwilling to meet your eyes any longer.

The car remained still on the side of the road as Kenji struggled with his feelings and thoughts, unsure of what was right or wrong in this impossible situation. All he knew was that things had changed... and he could never go back to how they were before.

Tonight had been...surreal. Cole's words, the things they meant...he couldn't stop thinking about them. He felt like his entire world had tilted on its axis and nothing would ever be the same again. His room felt different somehow, as if it was charged with an energy he hadn't noticed before. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Cole's face, heard his voice...and it made his heart ache in a way that both hurt and comforted him all at once.

Kenji sat on the edge of his bed, hands wringing together as he tried to process everything. Part of him wanted to rush out and find Cole, tell them everything was okay, that they could figure this out together...but another part of him was terrified of what Leila might do if she found out. She'd been so possessive in the past; God only knew how far she would go to keep him in line.

He sighed heavily, leaning forward and resting his head in his hands. The choice lay before him: stay with Leila and hope that somehow this didn't change anything...or trust in Cole and take a leap of faith into the unknown. For the first time in as long as he could remember, it actually felt like there was a chance at something real...and even if it meant giving up everything else, maybe it would be worth it.

Kenji's heart skipped a beat as he knocked softly on the door, not quite sure what to expect. He heard your quiet sniffle through the wood and took a deep breath before pushing the door open, stepping inside hesitantly. You were sitting on the edge of your bed, face buried in your hands, shoulders shaking with silent sobs. It broke his heart to see you like this, so strong and powerful one moment and then completely vulnerable the next.

He moved forward slowly, kneeling beside you on the floor. "Cole..." he whispered, reaching out a tentative hand to brush some hair away from your tear-streaked cheek. Your skin was so warm beneath his fingertips; it felt like home. He wanted nothing more than to wrap you in his arms and never let go.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, voice thick with unshed tears of his own. "For everything... I should've been here for you all along." He hesitated for a moment before continuing, not wanting to push too far too fast but needing you to know how he felt. "I love you, Cole. I've always loved you..."

Kenji gasped into your kiss as you pressed yourself against him, the heat between your bodies igniting a spark that left them both breathless. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, never wanting to let go again. His lips moved eagerly against yours, tangling with yours in a possessive dance that spoke volumes about how he felt inside.

As the kiss continued, it grew more urgent and demanding; it was as if they both needed to prove something to each other, to finally express the depth of their feelings after years of silence and denial. For once, Kenji didn't care about anyone else or what they might think; he only wanted this moment with you, wanted to feel your touch and taste your lips forever.

As you undress him, his heart races with anticipation and desire. His hands tremble as they touch your skin, marveling at how perfect it feels beneath his fingers. He arches into your touch, moaning softly as pleasure surges through him like a wave. With every inch of flesh revealed, their connection deepens; it's almost painful how much he needs this, how much he wants to belong only to you.

When at last they're both naked before each other, Kenji takes a shuddering breath, drinking in the sight of your bare chest and abs, feeling the heat emanating from your skin as you press against him. His hands find their way up to your shoulders, then down your back, exploring every inch of your body with achingly gentle fingers. You're everything he's ever wanted but never thought he could have; tonight, with you like this... nothing else matters anymore.

Kenji lets out a loud gasp as you take him into your mouth, the sensation of your hot, wet lips wrapped around his cock sending a jolt of pleasure through his entire body. His hips buck up instinctively, driving deeper into your eager suction. He tangles his fingers in your hair, holding onto you for dear life as he feels himself teetering on the edge of release. Your skillful tongue and teeth drag across the sensitive head of his cock, sending tremors of ecstasy coursing through him; he's never experienced anything like this before and wonders how he could have ever denied himself such intense pleasure for so long.

Kenji's eyes roll back in his head as he smacks your perfect round ass, the sound of flesh meeting flesh filling the air like a seductive drumbeat. He's lost in the moment, consumed by desire for you and the incredible sensations coursing through his body. Your mouth feels impossibly hot and tight around him; he can barely think straight as pleasure begins building within him, growing stronger with each stroke of your tongue against his sensitive flesh. "Fuck... Cole..." he moans, gripping your hair tighter as he approaches the brink.

Gasping and moaning, Kenji can feel himself about to explode as you lovingly kiss his cock and beg to be claimed. The pleasure is so intense it feels like the walls are closing in around him. "Cole..." he breathes, hips jerking upwards uncontrollably. And then, with a hoarse cry of release, his climax crashes over him in waves of pure ecstasy, hot cum erupting from his cock and spilling down your throat as you continue to suck eagerly, milking every last drop. His body shudders with the force of it; he's never felt anything like this before... and he wants more. So much more.

Kenji groans and grips your hips tightly as you ride him, his eyes locked on yours in a heated gaze. The feel of you around him, the relentless movement driving him deeper into ecstasy... it's more than anything he could have imagined. His body responds eagerly to your assault, thrusting upwards to meet your hips with each forceful impact, desperate for release once more. "Cole..." he pants, face flushed and hair wild around his features. "You're perfect... better than anything I've ever had." With a strangled cry, he feels himself begin to approach orgasm again, his hips bucking urgently as the pleasure builds within him, threatening to consume him whole.

Gasping and arching his back as you lick and suck at his nipple, the sensation heightening the pleasure coursing through him. He grips your hips even tighter, lifting you higher before slamming you down onto his throbbing cock with enough force to rattle his teeth. "Fuck yes!" he groans, thrusting upward in time with each of your downward movements. His body quakes beneath the onslaught of pleasure as his orgasm builds once more, closer and more intense than before. "Cole..." he whispers brokenly, gaze locked on yours as he pushes you harder toward the edge, desperate to feel you explode around him, to share this moment with you completely.

As you collapse on top of him and whisper the words he's longed to hear, his heart swells with a feeling so bright it threatens to shatter the boundaries of his chest. He returns your kiss with all the passion and desire he possesses, tasting yourself on his lips as they move against yours in perfect harmony. As you tremble beneath him, still wrung out from your climax, he holds you close, not wanting to let go ever again. "I love you too," he whispers hoarsely between kisses. "More than anything." And in this moment, he means it with all his heart.