Shadow - OsaSuna ✔︎

Chapter 9

He was continuously in a loop of pure hurt and exhaustion and although he should've taken the cue when he just about passed out in class one day, he didn't find it in himself to do anything except keep on.

Work was horrid but yet, he kept it up because it was the only job that he found that allowed him the specific hours he wanted.

"Hey, can I buy you a drink?"

"No thanks, I'm good. Mayhaps next time," Rintarou smiled forcedly, a fake apologetic look on his face.

"Aw, don't worry, it's all on me anyways."

"Fine," Rintarou sighed, pretending to reluctantly nod as he went through the process he went through every damn day. Pretending to appease the customers and accept the drinks he wouldn't drink.

Grabbing the money that would pay for two drinks, Rintarou slipped the money for one of the drinks in his pocket and only prepared a single drink, having no intentions to actually drink on the job in the first place but accepting the money as a tip.

"Not so fast, sweetie. I know you didn't actually get yourself a drink. Get one or give me my money back."

Rintarou internally rolled his eyes, turning to make a drink that he wouldn't actually drink but he needed the money and so he got one ready. He'd probably use it for a customer that would order one within five minutes, hopefully.

Pretending to take a sip from an aluminium cup─ the kind used for mixing the drinks─ Rintarou raised an eyebrow at the man as if asking if he was satisfied.

"Happy?"

"I'm not stupid, sweetheart. I know what you sick baristas do. Take money and pretend to drink all night. Lemme see the cup."

"I have no damn reason to let you see MY cup," Rintarou snapped, annoyed as hell already.

"Then hand over the money, bitch."

Rintarou needed the money. He had to scrape up any spare change and it wasn't as if the bar would notice half a cup of liquor missing, right? It wouldn't even matter.

"I'd rather let you see it than waste a store sale," Rintarou covered up easily.

The two looked at each other evenly before the weird man opened his annoying mouth again.

"Lemme see the bottle you took from. See if it's worth that money," the guy demanded, Rintarou obliging in annoyance and quickly fetching the bottle from behind him.

In the second he took to get the bottle, he felt something evil shift in the air but he didn't know what the hell was happening. He instantly hated it and had the sudden urge to go home early.

"Can I like, go back to work now?" Rintarou asked annoyed, snatching back his cup as the guy nodded slowly, apparently satisfied with the choice drink Rintarou had selected.

The interaction made him feel a migraine coming, the strong urge to just tilt his head back and dump the contents of the entire cup into his mouth and so, like an actual fool without restraint, did just that.

It took less than five minutes for him to suddenly feel his brain go fuzzy and a stupid smile began etching its way onto his face. He could feel his movements go much more sluggish than usual and with the last remaining bit of consciousness, he ran to the bathroom and locked the door, fumbling to get his phone out and speed dial the number he was much too familiar with.

The bastard had most definitely slipped something into his drink and more than anything, he wanted to end someone's life.

His phone rang a total of three times, the longest three he had ever experienced in his life, body violently trembling as his eyes drooped and his clear thinking began slipping further away from reality.

"Hello? Rin?"

"Samu," Rintarou choked out, feeling his vision swim as he used his last energy to mutter out five final words. "Help me. Someone drugged me."

All too quickly, his body went limp, falling against the wall of the bathroom stall, his phone falling out of his grasp and the first thing Osamu did was panic like hell on his end, freezing for a hot second before running out his dorm without any tools except his wallet. The keys to his dorm would have to be worried about later and an unnecessary explanation would have to be given to his new friends who had been visiting him for the evening.

._._.

The cold wind burned his lungs. He was running from the taxi stand towards the bar he was more than sure Rintarou was in. He was panicking like all hell and he couldn't think.

He hoped. He really fucking hoped and prayed that he was okay, that nothing bad had happened to him and that he'd be there in time. His dorm was half an hour away, Rintarou's one was another half an hour away and yet, he managed to get there in fifteen minutes flat thanks to the nearly nonexistent traffic at that hour and for pushing the taxi driver past the speeding limit─ simply promising to pay any fines.

He wasn't given any directions on where to go but he knew. He fucking knew it was in that goddamned bar that he had gone to when he tried finding his best friend.

He just knew it and he swore if it was the same man as before, he'd break his goddamn neck and end his miserable life whether he would end up in jail or not. Suna Rintarou was his first priority in life.

He tore down the street, thanking all the heavens that he and Atsumu had been the embodiment of competitive during their life and fought to be the fastest─ or at least faster than each other─ and all those days of fierce running were paying off now.

Bursting through the front door of the bar, wildly throwing his ID at the guard and simply hoping he would get it back when he made his exit, he ran through the crowds, pushing here and there and tripping as he began peeking in rooms and realizing he would really need to cleanse himself after witnessing certain acts in some of the rooms.

He had nearly given up and started panicking when he remembered there was a staff bathroom that he had seen the last time he had been scoping out the place and ran through the staff room, ignoring the looks he received as he burst into the bathroom.

One by one he frantically poked his head in the stalls, knocking when they were full and receiving confirmation that they were occupied before going on. Why the fuck were there like eight stalls? He was used to seeing four at most.

But that could hardly matter when he reached the last stall and found the door locked, no confirmation coming from it either when he knocked.

He was about to leave, assuming it was out of order when from the corner of his eye, somehow managed to spot Rintarou's phone nearly blended into the dark floors and the already orange-ish lights.

He quickly picked it up, turning it on where it was then made certain of the owner when he spotted the wallpaper he truly adored. One where Rintarou was on his back, legs dangling happily while both were at the sea as he stood shirtless with his best friend beaming brighter than ever, bodies pressed together snuggly under the blazing sun. Atsumu had obviously taken it while complaining like a toddler. He could almost feel that sensation if he concentrated hard enough.

Except he couldn't when he heard a groggy noise from within and peeking under the stall to see if he wasn't just hearing things, he felt his blood run hot and heart hammer in cold-bloodedness to see not only one pair of shoes but two.