Growing up as a social person, Sora Suzuki was surrounded by love and affection- even from the most random people. Tender strokes, gentle kisses. Love came to him in the form of five unique beings, and damn, he's in deep. But when shit happens, and...
who needs cocaine when human emotions can fuck you up just the same.
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NOVEMBER THIRD, TWO THOUSAND AND TWELVE
18:05 in the evening
IN OCTOBER, the chrysanthemum petals bloomed and in November—white peonies, and they appeared in his dreams...constantly, consistently, continually. Faces lingered in the back of his mind, blanketing his shoulders with darkness. Sora tried desperately to tear it off, but he dared not to take away the one thing that allowed him to feel like himself.
A very bad choice.
He drowned.
He drowned in his own cataclysmic cycle of ricocheted doubts and certainties.
Seeking refuge in his friend's house, Sora leant against the marble counter, taking a hit out of a rolled-up joint Bobata had kindly done for him. He placed it between his plump lips, inhaling deeply, vapours of our favourite cray cray grass flowing into his body and conjoining with his microscopic cells.
"Instead of getting high right now, can you open the crisps and dump them into a bowl?" Terushima asked him, motioning to the plethora of plastic bags in front of him.
Sora chuckled. "Sure."
He and the Johzenji High's boys' volleyball team were getting ready for the party dear ol' Terushima was holding. Most of the third-years involved within the sport were invited from across Miyagi. This was to be their last post-volleyball tournament party of the year. They would all be heading off to university in a few months, and Terushima did not want the others to go without seeing them drunk or high off their asses one last time.
"We got the drinks!" called Higashiyama as he and Numajiri entered the house without any other invitation. Terushima's household was theirs to come by whenever the desire rose. They were all best friends, and the faux blond's parents were more than happy to see the others lounging around the rare times they returned home from their work overseas.
"Just put them on the table," Terushima instructed. "Did you get the cups as well?"
"Yup!"
Working as a unit, the boys focused on their assigned roles. For someone so carefree, Terushima was very strict about his parties. He held the best ones in the town for a reason. The group of friends weren't ashamed to get the ball rolling, though, popping open multiple alcohol bottles and taking swigs from them here and there, relishing in the burn trailing down their throats, the way their feelings numbed and their synapses buzzed.
The doorbell rang.
"Ah, it seems our first guests are here." Terushima put down his cup. Sora reached over and threaded his hand through his hair, smoothening out the gelled strands. The younger male flashed his past lover a grin. "Thanks, man. Let's get this shit started."
