Mamura Daiki doesn't drink. Period.

Then he had to get into a fight with Yosano. Suzume Yosano. It was a long and repetitive series of passive phone calls, unread text messages, missed dinners, cold shoulders. After a couple days, he stopped staying at her apartment and roomed with his friend, Togyuu. Unfortunately for Mamura, Yuyuka was also staying with Togyuu, sending Mamura the ever so scary evil eye and recalled everything Mamura said or did to her best friend.

A week later, he just had to drag Togyuu into a bar with him, get flat out drunk after six glasses of hard liquor, grab a brunette who he mistook for his girlfriend, and receive a punch in the face by the girl's boyfriend. And it hurt. Badly.

All he knows when he wakes up at 2:38 AM that night is that his head is pounding, the left side of his jaw is swollen, and he's lying on Suzume's couch with her thin green blanket up to his chest. He feels like he's dreaming, that he's there only because he wants to be there, wishing that she wasn't angry with him. He wishes that he could apologize and take back all the things he said, hat he didn't want to hurt her.

"You're awake?" He hears a soft voice. Her voice. He feels a pang of guilt, feeling like a jerk because he never called when he should have. She walks over to the couch and kneels next to him. She's wearing black leggings and his hoodie, the one he left behind in the closet, along with a silver star pendant, the one he gave her for her eighteen birthday. She stares at him with her wide crystal orbs.

"Am I dreaming?" He instantly feels like a moron for asking, even if it really is a dream, and a blush begins, making his ears feel hot.

Suzume simply gives him a small smile, placing a hand on his forehead. "Looks like your fever has gone down. That's a relief."

He continues to stare at her, memorizing every strand of hair that falls out of her ponytail, the curves of her lips, the outline of her face, the lines in her palms. Everything. He tentatively reaches his hand out and strokes her cheek, gently skimming his thumb across her dark lashes, feeling the smoothness of her creamy skin. His hand moves further down as he picks up a loose strand of chocolate hair and tucks it behind her ear, his lips turning up slightly as he traces his fingers along her face. "I'm sorry," he says in a raspy voice.

She doesn't say anything, quite unsure of what to say, but she misses him too, the past two weeks felt too long. Empty. She blinks and slightly turns her cheek, leaning into his palm.

"I was an ass. I know I don't do a good job of holding onto you, but don't go to anyone else, Suzume." His eyes are foggy and voice is so sad, vulnerable, broken.

She dips her head in guilt for making him feel this way, knowing it's not all his fault. She should have gone to him, to make sure he was okay. Her lips curl and her eyebrows come together as she nods, her lips giving him a sad smile, "Yeah. I won't do that."

Then he smiles and sighs and says, "I never want to wake up from this dream," before he shuts his eyes and drifts back to sleep.

When his breathing becomes stable and his chest slowly rises and falls, she reaches for his hand and places a small kiss on the back of it. "Of course I won't go to anyone else, you moron."

Please rate and review! I haven't written anything for months so I wanted to make a quick mazume one-shot. I made them few years older than they are in the manga, so Mamura and Suzume have been dating for a while; this is one of their rare fights as a couple. I hope it was somewhat enjoyable!