Silver Spoon Love // Sanzu Haruchiyo x Reader

CHAPTER FIVE not really into kisses leading into nothing

Am I really pretending? Am I pretending just to make her happy? To make me happy? I feel fucking sick. I really am a low life. No no no no. I'm a big fucking deal, I've put in too much work. Blood sweat tears. Stop fucking shaking HARU. I became the man I'm supposed to be for a reason. I'm just trying to do right by her. I want to be right for her. I don't need to change myself for some bitch I just met tonight. She's got my soul, do I even have a soul? She won't give up on me. She should just be willing to give into me as I am. Who I am. Who am I?

I am Sanzu Haruchiyo, I am number two in command in Bonten, and I am a fucking monster.

Sanzu punched the dashboard of the van and stormed out of the vehicle. What had once been a tourist bed and breakfast was home to Bonten executives and their boss. He walked inside, to his left the living room, his right the dining room. Empty, empty. He made his way to the double doors of the kitchen and entered. The group had congregated in there. Where the living room connected to the kitchen was a card table. Diamond and the other dancer were there with Kimura playing what looked like Go Fish. Quick eye contact with Diamond and Haruchiyo straightened his pointer finger running it under his nose. He needed more Xanax, a line of it.

Senju, Nami, and Y/n sat where the kitchen became the dining room. Hajime, the Haitanis, and Sapphire joined them. Whatever Koko had just said left Y/n belly laughing. Doesn't matter who gives you attention huh. Kakucho and Akashi were outside on the large deck conversing with each other.

As he walked by the card table headed towards the half bathroom, Diamond slipped him another bar of the antianxiety medication. Ken Mori was exiting the bathroom when Sanzu approached it to enter.

M: Okami here's our location. It's the Bonten residence.

Someone had started playing music, but the sound died down once Haruchiyo shut the bathroom door. He placed the bar on the sink's surface and shuffled for this wallet. He pulled out a credit card and a bill of cash. Placing the card at an angle over the pill he applied pressure. It started to crack and disintegrate. With the corner of the card, he was able to turn the larger crumbles into powder. He licked the card and then turned it vertically; chopping away at the pill to make it even finer. Separating it he turned the white hill into two lines. Licking the card again before putting it away and grabbing for the cash. Twisting it between his pointer and thumb he turned it into a tunnel. I can finally breath again. His heart rate steadied, his breathing back to its normal pace. His mind still racing but his body calm.

I'm a sucker for you
He leaned down, makeshift straw in his nose, finger blocking the other nostril, and inhaled.

He left the bathroom with a clear head and bittersweet drips down his throat. He made his way over to Y/n, "Come help me get party favors for everyone."
She turned her attention away from the group. Party favors? There's already booze in the kitchen. Despite her confusion she agreed, "Alright." She stood up and he reclaimed her hand.

Exiting the double doors of the kitchen back into the main entrance they headed towards the staircase. He's walking slow. Up the stairs there was a long hallway, doors ran along both walls. He tugged her arm a little harsh towards the right, "My room's this way."
"You keep party supplies in your room?"
He let out an airy laugh, rolling his eyes. The look on his face made her feel like an idiot. I'm missing something here.

The last door in the end of the hall was Haruchiyo's room. He opened the door and flicked up the light switch. The room was instantly painted red, the lightening in the room that color. Well great he's a fuck boy. Y/n scanned the room. The room was mostly bed, a big king sized mattress with dark fluffy comforters all tangled on top of it. Two big pillows, no head rest. Above the bed was a framed jacket, it had gold lettering embroidered on its spine and down the arms. There was a closet to the right of the bed, and to its left was a large cherry wood desk. Like a business man.