Bumblebee Boy 🐝🖤

Chapter 1

- From Komori
Come on! Please? It wont be fun w out u!

- Sent to Komori
Fine. I'll be there.

- From Komori
Great! Meet us at the HARLEM night club!

- Sent to Komori
What the massive 1 in Tokyo? The one w the strippers and bs?

- From Komori
Yh... Is that a problem...?

- Sent to Komori
Ugh I hate u.

- From Komori
Nah u don't. Cya in a bit!

- Sent to Komori
Whatever

It was 8 o'clock in the evening and sakusa was laying lazily on his couch when he sent that last text to his cousin. He was never into the whole clubbing scene and never has been. Unlike Komori, he had mild social anxiety and hated crowds but he always seemed to be dragged into it against his will. But it was a chilly autumn night and his cousin had plans.

Sakusa groaned as he picked himself up and threw on a casual outfit, including black sweat pants and his older brother's grey t-shirt. He slipped on a coat and made his way to his car, dreading the idea of what was to come.

Once he'd made it to the street that Komori had told him to get on, he left his car and placed a white mask onto his face and headed inside. You could feel the loud music making the floor vibrate when you weren't even close to the place.

After showing his ID and briefly greeting the bouncer, the shabby double doors were pushed open in front of him. Clubbing was always the last thing on Kiyoomi's mind, but especially tonight. He had a big try out the day after tomorrow for the well known volleyball team, MSBY Black jackals.

The lights in the club were blinding and you couldn't walk even a metre without seeing people either grinding or making out. If hell was on earth, sakusa had found it.

He searched the entire club for Komori and hadn't found him. So he made his way to a booth in the corner of the dance floor, trying to avoid any contact with people other than Komori and his friends. As Kiyoomi's eyes darted around the entire dance floor, beads of sweat began to form and dribble down his forehead. His anxiety was kicking in but he found himself unable to move.

He could hear someone talking to him but it was like his vision was blurred. The voice said, "Kiyoomi! Dude! Come on let's party!" then two hands grasped on his shoulders and his breath began to hitch. He looked up and his sight was now focused. It was Komori and he was the one shaking him. "K-Komori...?" he stuttered.

"Come on! Don't be boring let's go dance!"

The brunette dragged Kiyoomi by the wrist onto the lit up dance floor. The curly haired boy's eyebrows narrowed as he ran his fingers through his thick, black hair. Komori didn't notice the boy's panics and continued to scream and dance and run wildly around the room.

Some blonde, bratty looking girl approached Kiyoomi with a disgusting, lewd smirk on her face. "So what's your name hmmm?" She said in a sensual tone as she edged closer, her ass almost touching his cock. "None of your business. Get off of me."

"Aww. Now now, let's not be grumpy on a night like this! I say we take this upstairs, eh?"

"Erm no. Go away."

Sakusa shoved the girl away from him, signalling her to leave with his two pale middle fingers. But it wasn't long before she stormed back over, annoyance written all over her face, but she hid it with a crooked smile.

"Hey... Maybe we got off on the wrong foot? I'm Aiko."

"I didn't ask and I don't care. Now please, get off of me and leave me alone."

"Now listen here-"

"Say what you like. I'm not going to have sex with you, as much as you ask for it, it won't happen."

"Ugh I hate you."

The blonde haired girl rolled her eyes and shuffled awkwardly and shyly back over to the center of the club and didn't dare come back. He looked around him, all of his anxiety coming back.

A frown was now drawn onto Sakusa's face as he stormed over back to the somewhat 'quiet' booth in the corner. Komori soon noticed that his usually grumpy accomplice was no longer by his side and making his way through the crowds. He chased after him.

As sakusa was about to leave, Komori grasped his wrist. "Bro where are you going?! We're not even halfway through the night!" Kiyoomi yanked his arm back from his cousin's grip and let it hang by his side. "I'm getting the fuck out of here. You know it's harder for me yet you still pressure me to stay for your sake. Thanks for the support."

Komori threw his hands to his head and let out a huge sigh before rejoining the club party.

Sakusa approached the bouncer once again. "Have great night sir." He nodded in response and let out a huge sigh of relief as he wandered into the pavement.

But from the corner of his eye, a boy sat on the floor against a brick wall. The boy had bleached hair on top, and the most stunning, burning hazel eyes he'd ever seen in his life. He also looked sort of sick and mightly exhausted. Kiyoomi approached the boy and stood in front of the bright, white, street lamp light.

"Uh are you ok... ?"