𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳 {𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘺𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘫𝘪 𝘹 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳}

cuatro

i walked into the office with a coffee and 40 liter of whiskey in my hands, rin looking up from his phone and eyeing me for a moment, not bothering to ask questions as i handed him his coffee

"thanks." he mumbled as i gave him a small nod, plopping down on the couch and focusing on removing the plastic on my alcohol, immediately drinking it once i got the lid off

"ryuguji was looking for you" rin yawned, not bothering to look up as he scrolled through his phone

"what'd he want?" i asked, not exactly happy to know he was searching around for me, especially after what happened.

rin shrugged, sipping his coffee "dunno, didnt say" he said carelessly, my eyes heavy as i kept drinking, taking a deep breath

"6 more hours." was all that echoed through my mind

6 more hours until i could go through with a plan i could only hope would work, i was tired of being stuck in this place.
i had figured out everyones habits and what areas they'd be in at certain times, all except for mikeys, who usually wasn't near the main area all that much.
the plan was lengthy, not only because everyones schedules were fucked beyond repair, but it was for my own sanity too

all of this thinking of what to do and how to do it was solely for the purpose of me not drawing my gun. knowing mikey, he would send ken after me first.

though, i knew if i wanted to go back to living somewhat freely, i had to do what was necessary.

since i managed to gain some sort of trust from the members, it made things easier.
it wasn't the kind of trust where they'd consider me a friend, but it was enough for them to let me do things without keeping close watch on me like before.

i took a sip of my whiskey, knowing all i could do was pray they didnt find me after running.

i was a bit irritated i didnt have anywheres to go, maybe i could hide out with someone? they wouldn't have mercy on me or anyone associated with me though.

i paused at the thought, slowly blinking as it dawned on me i hadn't seen anyone outside of bonten in almost a year.

it felt like so much longer than that. the weeks spent locked in a windowless dark room and being trained to kill after being let out, quickly coming to the realization everyone that surrounded me weren't sober most days.

i, unfortunately, becoming one of them.
it made time feel stretched.

i sighed, setting my drink down on the floor before resting my head on the backrest of the couch, shutting my eyes as i drifted off to sleep

i woke up groggily, groaning as the pleasant smell of butter hit my nose, confusion spreading across my features

"none of these fuckers know how to cook." i thought to myself, opening my eyes and sitting up slowly, realizing i was in a bed, a nice one at that.

i ran my fingers through my messy hair as i looked around the place

i let my hand slowly fall from my head and into my lap, my old bedroom staring back at me, everything placed the exact same way i left it.

tears made their way into my vision as i rubbed my face, a teary and small laugh leaving my lips.

had they finally let me go?

i quickly got out of bed, looking down and realizing i was only in my boxers

"what the fuck.?" i muttered to myself, looking over at my dresser and squinting my eyes, the sun beaming through the blinds above it as i quickly stood up and stumbled towards it, sifting through one of the drawers and finding a baggy shirt with sweatpants, sleep still heavy on my body as my head turned at the sound of a wooden spoon grazing against a pan, my breathing stopping for a moment