Originally Posted: December 28th, 2014

Rewrite Posted: January 4th, 2018

"Hey, wake up, would you?" Takano gently shook Onodera's shoulder. He had passed out in a taxi, leaning in Takano's direction. They were forced to getting the ride because of a late stay at the office leaving them unable to catch the last train on time "You're lucky I'm the one sitting here and not that asshole you pulled up with in a cab last time."

Receiving no response, Takano groaned as he knew what he had to do, as he had quite a few times the past few months.

"Upsy daisy…" Strong arms hooked under Onodera's and managed to pull him out of the car with slight difficulty. "Ugh, wait, I should've paid while we were still sitting."

An arm wrapped around his not-quite lover, Takano fished his wallet out of his bag and paid off the driver.

As the driver bid them farewell and wished them luck in getting upstairs in their condition, amber eyes fell to look over the brunet's form. He would gladly take Onodera passing out due to post Hell Week exhaustion over sickness any day.

It took some strategic waddling (there was no better word to describe what Takano was doing) to the elevator, Takano allowed himself a bit of enjoyment out of this situation despite just how irritating Onodera could be in this state.

"Ritsu." He pinched his cheek and tugged it out, making his mouth fall open. "It would do us both good if you would wake up about now."

"...Tahkahno-swahn?" It was a bit troublesome to speak like this, but it's not like it was anything too difficult to understand.

"Finally gonna get up? After all the trouble you made me go through out there?" Takano couldn't help the endeared smile that graced his lips. "I dragged your sorry ass into the apartment building, you know."

"Oh," His cheek was released and he leaned forward, more into his superior's touch, burying his head into one of the black t-shirts he had come to see so many times over the past year. "I'll have to… thank you then."

"Onodera, we're in an elevator. There's no point in going back to sleep." But he was already out of it again, and there was little chance he'd be getting up until morning. "Jeez, I was able to fall asleep at the flip of a switch like that."

When Onodera woke up the next morning, he had a good clue as to the most probable scenarios. Any night when he couldn't remember how he got home, there was a very high chance it was related to Takano in some way, shape, or form.

More often than not, he woke up in these situations with little to no clothes on his person, but when he found himself with the same clothes he had on for the past three days, there was obvious shock on his face.

He proceeded to take a peek under the blankets, making sure his lower half hadn't been violated in any way, and was pleasantly surprised to find a pair of pants and no sort of ache that couldn't be chopped up to the cycle just having ended.

"Is that a hint of disappointment I see?" Takano's sudden words made Onodera startle. "Do you want me to make it look like you lost all your clothes on the way to the bed or something?"

"T-Takano-san!" The brunet sighed, calming himself from the initial scare. "Absolutely not! Thank you for getting me home, but I'll have to see myself out. I have some recuperating to do today. I haven't gotten the chance to take care of my personal hygiene for a few days."

"Why do that when we can just hop into the shower together here?" The suggestion was enough to send Onodera into a sputtering mess, but that only encouraged the older more. "It's been quite a while since the last time we did that."

"R-rightfully so! Two grown men sharing a shower after a week of bad hygiene just isn't something I particularly enjoy. Now, if you excuse me-" A strong hand grabbed his wrist before he could get at all far. "-what?"

"Do you want to at least stay for breakfast? I doubt you have much in the way of fresh food for a good breakfast at your place." At the silence he received, Takano gripped his wrist a bit tighter as he tugged him off towards the bathroom.