[Renji's POV—Kurosawa Mansion—Later]
FLOP.
Hayato hit the bed like a sack of very expensive, very uncooperative potatoes.
He sprawled across the mattress, jacket half-off, tie crooked, hair a mess—staring up at me with unfocused eyes and a lazy, utterly shameless smirk.
"…Unbelievable," I mumbled.
"Renjiii," he slurred, stretching out the word like it was something sweet. He patted the space beside him, once. Twice. "Come here."
I shot him a glare. "No."
Ignoring him, I crouched down and started removing his shoes, tugging them off one by one with more force than necessary.
"I can't believe you drank this much," I muttered. "Didn't I tell you to drink less? You never listen. I can't tolerate—"
WHOOSH.
The world tilted.
Before I could react, a strong arm hooked around my wrist and yanked me forward. I let out a startled noise as I lost my balance—and suddenly I was on the bed.
Beside him.
Pinned.
