Shinori woke in an unfamiliar bed with an odd taste in her mouth, cuddled up to something warm and familiar. Brows knitted together she was aware of only a couple of things which was impressive for her upon waking up. The first thing she was aware of was that the house in which she was in was familiar, as familiar as the blonde she was snuggled up to.
The second thing she was aware of was that she, and the attractive blonde, were stark bare beneath the blanket. Pale cheeks went bright with color, blue eyes snapping open with confused clarity and she found herself wide awake. She was in bed with Hakuba, his bed she presumed from the brief bits of memory of the previous night she could remember. Naked. And they had been happily snuggling together like there hadn’t been anything wrong with the situation.
Not that there was entirely anything wrong with the situation, mind. There were just… It was just…
Moving to roll over, so as to maybe stop staring at the sleeping blonde in deep embarrassment, she found herself squeezing her eyes closed as her stomach lurched. Oh… No no, this couldn’t happen. She hadn’t drank enough to be hungover, right? But she’d obviously drank enough to end up in bed with her friend and crush..
Her embarrassment doubled when she had to slip herself from Hakuba’s hold and rush to the bathroom, attempting to retch though anything that had been in her stomach was long digested. However much she’d had, with nothing really to counter it, had obviously been enough to make her nauseously hung over. He was going to wake up to her naked and attempting to puke.
What a way for one’s crush to find them.
The shifting on the mattress called Hakuba’s attention from sleep, and he stirred reluctantly, clinging to the warmth and comfort of the sheets and the body that- wait. Where was the…? The male detective, vaguely aware of something missing, patted the bed next to him with his eyes closed, lips curving to a frown as the sound of retreating footsteps reached him.
Still groggy, he clung to the remnants of slumber while recounting his schedule. The exam wasn’t until Monday; that left nearly two days to repair… some thirty-six hours… wait, what time was it?
Hakuba rolled over, vaguely surprised to find himself without any clothing at all, and squinted at the bedside clock. It was still fairly early, but… He groped next for his phone, checked the date, then hesitated. The night before- studying with Shinori, a little bit of wine to ease the stress, and… oh.
That was when the retching caught his attention and he grimaced, quickly pulling himself up and out of bed, stumbling for his trousers and boxers, which he put on as he hopped over toward the bathroom.
“Kudo-kun?” he asked from the doorway, knocking gently on the frame before peeking in. Hakuba winced, remembering only then that not everyone could hold their alcohol as well as he could, and cautiously stepped, barefoot, onto the cold tile to tip-toe over to the closet, pulling out a towel, a clean bathrobe, and a bottle of water which he brought over to her, crouching. “God, I’m sorry…. here, some water. How’s your head?”
The development was admittedly a little sudden, but not exactly startling. After all, they’d kissed before the previous night already. Granted, it had been an oops moment, but they’d recovered well enough and… well, here they were.