Chapter 16

                                    

                                          
They sat like that for what felt like forever, their kisses growing sloppier and rougher the longer the night went on. Both of their lips were sore from nibbling. The alcohol was finally hitting both of them with its full effect, leaving Shouta to mumble on and on while they made out. 
The sounds of everything else in the room became a blur, even focusing on one another took all the effort both men had. They eventually calmed down, exhausted. Hizashi went back to his original position of laying on Shouta's lap. Shouta drunkenly played with his hair, in some kind of trance, Hizashi cackling as he muttered about how nice of a kitty Hizashi was.
A loud knock on the door pulled them apart, Shouta grumbling as Hizashi fell off him, unable to balance from the unexpected standing. He knew Hizashi wouldn’t even be able to stand up at this point, even if he should conventionally open the door to his own apartment. 
He straightened his shirt and fixed his hair slightly, rubbing his eyes as he answered the door, raising his eyebrow at a frustrated looking Nemuri. 
“Why're you here?” he deadpanned, shielding Hizashi from her view.
“Why aren’t you picking up your phone?! We’ve been trying to contact you for over an hour. I was the only one who could guess where you disappeared off to. What’s going on?”
She scolded, not noticing his being drunk yet. If he just made sure to look at her then she probably wouldn't be able to tell.
Take a breath, jesus.
“Personal business. What do ya want.”
“Nezu is calling as many heroes as he can for an emergency situation involving the Yakuza, he needs you there. Some of your students are involved and we need you for strategy and planning before we make a move.”
“I can’t tonight. I’mssorry.”
“Look, I get that you want to keep Zashi company, trust me. But this is an emergency and you’re indispensable.” 
“I’m serious, I'mmnot fit forrworkin, I’ve been dri-”
“Meet me in the car, we’re leaving. Bring Zashi if it makes you two feel better. Come on.” Nemuri cut him off, walking away as she spoke.
He let out a heavy sigh, walking over to Hizashi. 
“I hafta go. You gotta stay here. I’ll be back as soon as I can. Stay."
Hizashi stared at him with a heartbroken look, standing up quickly in an attempt to go with him no matter what he said, but he stumbled over his legs and fell. 
“You can’t even walk. I at least gotta chance at getting away with workinndrunk. I wo-won’t be fighting anyone, 'tssjust planning.” Shouta watched as Hizashi attempted to stand up, catching him in his arms as he stumbled over to hug him. “I’ll be back before yuh knowwit. Just go to sleep.”
He walked Hizashi back over to the couch, doing his best to maneuver him onto his side, kissing his forehead before locking the door behind him as he left. Nemuri was sitting outside the walkway of the complex, watching Shouta for a second and starting her car. 
“You’ll have a lot of explaining to do when you get there, especially since you never ignore phone calls.”
“Look, I toldya, I-”
“I don’t care, Sho, even if you aren’t on duty, you gotta prepare for anything. I’m sorry you have to leave Hizashi, okay?”
If you won’t even let me explain why I really shouldn’t be here right now, then it looks like this is your problem now.
“You’re one to talk, I’ve seen the shit you doowhen you’re free.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Sooo, what’re you and Zashi up to, eh? Must be important!” Nemuri teased, elbowing Shouta. 
“Nunnoya business.”
“Oh come onnnnn, please!” 
“I said no. Now dooya care to explain to me why you had to pull me outta what I was doin, while I’m unfit to work, that some other 'ero can’t do?”
“Basically, there’s some little girl being used to make these quirk-erasing bullets. One of our students, Tamaki, was shot with what looks to be a prototype. We’re trying to figure out how to get her out of there and shut down these guys.”
None of that information stuck in Shouta's head and he was beginning to struggle to stay awake. And keep his head up straight. And come up with replies that still made sense. Nemuri hadn't said anything yet, so Shouta assumed she couldn't tell, but the worst was yet to come. A whole council of Pro Heroes, expecting smart, strategic decisions from someone who was currently drunk off his ass and blacking out. 
Is this really better than not being here at all?
I'm in too deep now.
Nemuri glanced to the side at him, pulling over at a safe spot. Shouta never noticed, as he was still focused on keeping his head upright.
"You're drunk, aren't you."
"No shit." Shouta retorted, still not looking at her. "What finally gotcha to realise, since my tryin'to tellya didn't seemta work."
"I can smell the alcohol on you from here. You look at people when you talk to them, and you talk clearly."
"I guess that makesya an idiot, then."
"Yeah, I guess it does. So, am I taking you to this meeting and you pull it together, or do I tell Nezu and the rest of the heroes that you're wasted?" 
She paused, eyes glinting. 
"What personal business were you up to with Zashi, eh? With how he was sprawled out, well, my mind sure does wander~"
Shouta blushed profusely, turning his whole body away from Nemuri. 
"Nothinn. Shuddup." He huffed, letting his hair fall messily over his face. "Get back to your original question… Whatever it wassagain."
She rolled her eyes. "I think I have an answer. There's no way you can get away with being this drunk."
"The hell I can't!" He paused, turning back to her and staring at a stopped car through the window that he thought was her. "Issit that obvious?"
"Painfully, considering you're not looking at me and oh… look at that, you're dozing off." 
She smiled, turning the car around and heading back to Hizashi's, not waking him up and dialling Nezu.
I'll figure something out to tell them. I'm sure they can call someone else.