Unhealthy obsession (Haikyuu AU)

Chapter 49

Bokuto heard the front door open and then Kuroo calling his name, but he didn't answer. He didn't feel like talking to Kuroo after those stupid photos that were all over the social media and that had made him pissed off to the point of making him feel like damn shit. He didn't feel like facing him sober, or as sober as he could be after he started drinking again, so he grabbed the bottle next to him and took a drink just before Kuroo walked into the room and stood paralyzed at the door.

"What the hell are you doing?" he asked in a weak, trembling voice, staring at the bottle.

"Drink. You mind?" Bokuto asked dismissively. His pupils were slightly dilated and his cheeks were flushed, but he spoke the words well. He had drunk but was not as drunk as Kuroo had imagined.

"You promised me you wouldn't," Kuroo said through gritted teeth, holding back the tears that had suddenly gathered in his eyes. "You told me there was no hidden drink, Koutaro. You promised me you wouldn't drink again."

"What for? To be weak so that you can get rid of me?" Bokuto spat out before taking another drink.

Kuroo lunged at him and snatched the bottle from his hands. Bokuto tried to resist the pull and scrambled, trying to force his legs to push Kuroo, but he didn't have enough strength to move fast and hard, so he only gave Kuroo a slight touch with his socked feet that didn't help to push Kuroo away from him.

"DON'T YOU REALIZE THAT IT'S THIS SHIT WHAT MAKES YOU WEAK!?" Kuroo yelled shaking the bottle in front of Bokuto. Tears had started to fall from his eyes but he didn't care. "It's over. I'm gonna search the whole house and you're going to rehab whether you want it to or not."

"You won't do that," Bokuto said with a menacing look.

"Won't I? Just try me," Kuroo replied defiantly, clenching his jaw as tears fell. His voice was firm despite crying.

Bokuto grunted and tried to get to his feet, but before he could, Kuroo stormed out of the room, wiping his tears furiously with the sleeve of the black sweater he was wearing. He went to the kitchen, where there was a broken bottle on the sticky floor, and emptied the remaining contents of the bottle down the sink drain, laying his forearm over his mouth and stifling a sob as he bit down on his own arm. When the bottle was empty, he began to search the cabinets, drawers, refrigerator, and tops of kitchen furniture, searching every corner for more bottles. He heard the staggering footsteps approaching down the hall, Bokuto's shaky, muffled screams, calling out to him as he cried.

"Don't do it, Tetsuro! Please!" screamed.

But Kuroo ignored him. He was just thinking about what he would have done wrong, what he would have missed when he had cleaned up after coming back from the hospital. That day he had looked for all the bottles and emptied them, but Bokuto had gotten another one, and it could not be a new bottle that he had gone out to buy; he was too weak to go outside. So Kuroo assumed that bottle was already in the house, and he thought it was his fault. He had been careless. He cried while looking for alcohol, but couldn't find anything else, at least not in the kitchen.

He searched the living room: in the furniture, the drawers, glued under the table and chairs, inside all the cushions on the sofa. As he did so, he kept hearing Bokuto's pleas, he heard his own sobs as he turned everything upside down. His chest ached, like a weight pressing on his heart and squeezing it to try to make it explode inside him. He breathed raggedly, wheezing every time he sobbed.

Bokuto came to the living room, crawling on the floor crying his eyes out, calling out to Kuroo over and over again.

"There's no more! Please! Tetsuro, listen to me!" A new sob. "Don't take me there!"