fic: ginaka 1 (drabble)

[cloudedhues]

fandom: psycho pass | ginaka
stats: 391 | general | drabble
prompt/summary: "slowly, the words dripping from your tongue like honey"

He was hiding from her. Or at least hiding something. Not outright, at least. Ironically enough, subtlety was something that came to him more easily now that he was an Enforcer.

She swirled the cup of shōchū in her hands, watched him as he poured more to his own cup from the bottle they were sharing. Ginoza usually kept to one glass if he could help it. Alcohol wasn’t exactly his strongest suit.

“Is everything all right, Ginoza-san?” she asked quietly. The cup only slightly hesitated before his mouth. He grimaced as he downed it.

“Of course,” he said, voice slurring a bit. His head lowered, the fringes of his hair covering his expression. He took a beat. “Actually.”

He stood up suddenly that she jumped, following suit. His frame swayed, barely keeping it together as he grabbed hold of the armchair.

“Do you need to go to the bathroom?” she said worriedly, already gearing to escort him there. He shook his head.

“You should at least lie down.” She led him to the longer couch and sat next to him as he all but collapsed, his head unwittingly falling on her lap. Her eyes looked down at him with concern, a little self-conscious as he settled on her like he was planning to stay there for a long time.

Her hand wavered, tempted to brush the lock that had strayed away from the rest of his bangs. Before she could decide, his eyes blinked open to meet hers.

“Akane.” He started, looking at her properly for the first time in months. He had the eyes of someone caught between being half-lucid and half-lost in some haze. Whatever kind he was in now, it wasn’t from the alcohol.

“Akane,” he repeated again, softer, slower like he was tasting every syllable. His hand inched up to touch her cheek and a thrill of unmitigated panic shot up her spine.

Before he could say anything further, she slapped a hand over his mouth, ignoring how the warmth of his breath against her palm felt far too intimate.

“If you’re going to confess something life-changing, I’d prefer you do it while you’re sober,” she joked down to him, voice shaking like a leaf.

He closed his eyes as he took her hand away from his mouth and held it in his. “As you wish.”