Dark Influence

After Party (Osamu 1)

Friends started to enter my home, greeting me with pats on the shoulder and smiles. It wasn't going to be something big since it was just a small birthday celebration for a friend and for the fact that it was nearly 1am. I also didn't want to clean up a home this size. Downfalls of living in a home with 5 bedrooms. My brother approached me as I finished greeting the people that had just entered. He had a shot glass in hand and by the looks of it he was already tipsy.

"Jesus fuck, 'Tsumu. How much have you had already?"

Atsumu looked at me with a cheeky grin, "Maybe one... or six shots of vodka."

I moved my hands up to my head and placed my index and middle fingers on my temples. I guess I'm going to have to babysit him tonight. Just great. I took the shot glass from Atsumu and drank the liquid inside of it, making a face in the process.

"No more drinks. Your boy toy won't appreciate you getting black out drunk. Speaking of, where is he anyways?"

Atsumu pouted, folding his arms across his chest, "You know he doesn't like to be around people, 'Samu. He says they are dirty."

He raised his hands and made air quotes when he said the word 'dirty.' I honestly forget sometimes that his boyfriend was a germaphobe. Makes me question how his brother managed to snag that one. Atsumu made his way towards the sofa where everyone else was sitting. I shook my head following behind him. Before I knew it, he tripped over the leg of the coffee table, landing onto the birthday boy's lap. The room filled with laughter.

"Hey, hey, hey! Get off me, you ass."

The owl looking man laughed before shoving him to the floor. Atsumu rolled off of the man's lap and onto the floor. He slowly got up and sat on the couch, taking the man's drink.

"Sorry Bo aha."

Bokuto quickly took his drink back before Atsumu managed to even take a sip. I squeezed myself between my tipsy brother and Bokuto, making sure that he didn't get any more drunk than he already was. Bokuto leaned back, putting his arm on the back of the sofa where the space in front of it was empty. Across from us were a couple. A taller fellow with black hair that always looked like had just woken up and a smaller guy with two-toned hair though it seemed like the black color was showing a little more than the blonde was. He was usually always on his phone.

"Hey Kuroo. How come you don't let Kenma be one of the dancers? He is fucking gorgeous."

I let out a chuckle as Kenma looked into my direction with a blush. Kuroo quickly placed his arm around him pulling him close. I knew that Kuroo was always jealous when it came to his other half. He always gets so defensive when I bring up anything involving Kenma being provocative in any way.

"Yeah, no. Absolutely not. This right here is for my eyes and my eyes only."

"Kuroo.." Kenma buried his face into the messy haired man's chest.

I started to relax myself on the couch as we continued to chat about life. We cracked jokes along with making fun of each other. It's what we did often, and by god it was hilarious. The laughter quickly died once the front door opened. I could have only guessed who it was since I had given that person a key to the house.

The first one to enter was a tall dark haired man. He had a nice dark gray dress shirt that was slightly open at the top revealing a portion of his chest. His shirt was half tucked into his torn black skinny jeans which had fishnet stockings underneath. The second one had the same color hair though it was a bit shorter than the first. He was also slightly shorter in height, though not by much. He had a long sleeved black, grey, and white flannel on, underneath it being a white crop top. He also had black skinny jeans on that weren't torn.