{ESCAPISM} Bokuto x Fem!Reader

2 | Burnt Sugar

The next thing you know, you feel someone shaking your shoulders violently as they attempt to wake you up.

"Go away," you grumble to whoever is determined to ruin your beauty rest.

"Y/N, what the hell are you doing out here?" a familiar voice asks softly as they stop shaking you.

Slowly, you begin to open your eyes. However, it's so damn bright you instantly regret your decision. "Kuroo?" you grumble upon seeing his unmistakably messy hair.

"Why are you sleeping in the middle of the hallway?" he asks you again, letting go of your shoulders this time.

"I'm not sleeping in the hallway," you insist, but as you begin to recall the events of the night, you begin to think he's right.

Suddenly, after remembering all the cocaine you snorted, you sit up straight and check your pockets for-

"Looking for this?" Kuroo asks you. Your stomach drops even before you look up at him and see the small plastic bag in his hand.

"Shit," you grumble.

"You're fucking dead, Y/N," he shakes his head. "Why the hell are you doing this shit again? When did you start doing this shit again?"

"Recently," you grumble as you scratch the top of your head. A small headache is beginning to form just behind your eyes.

"Does Bo know about this?" he then asks.

"No!" you reply quickly. "And you better not fucking tell him!"

"Oh ho ho, look at you trying to bargain with me. Poor Y/N," he shakes his head as he leans down and puts his hands on his knees. "But that's not how this works."

"What the fuck do you want from me now?" you grumble.

"I want you to stop doing this to yourself. Give it up or I'll tell him. I won't let you destroy yourself over some guy you're still crying about," he shakes his head.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," you reply feigning ignorance.

"Oh really?" he scoffs.

"Caden wasn't just some guy, you know," you roll your eyes at him. "I dated him for four months."

"You really think that's a long time? Jesus, Y/N, you barely knew the guy," he sighs as he stands up again.

"Will you chill the fuck out already?" you grumble as you stand up and snatch the plastic bag out of his hand. "I'm fine. This isn't even mine. It belongs to Pheebs but she went in the room with some guy and didn't want him to steal it. So if you don't mind, I'd like to return it to her after this delightful encounter with you."

"Whatever," he shakes his head. "You want to go to the diner with me?"

"Maybe if you help me find my way back up to my dorm first," you smile at him cheesily. "I may not be high but I did drink last night."

"Sure thing," he nods as he wraps his arm around your waist. "Maybe you should shower, too. You reek, Y/N."

"Why're you always such a jerk, Kuroo?" you grumble.

"Just telling it as it is," he chuckles.

"Whatever," you sigh, "let's just go."

After a quick shower and a change of clothes, you and Kuroo walk to the parking lot on campus. Kuroo leads you to his car and unlocks it, allowing you into his passenger seat.

Less than ten minutes later, you arrive at The Jukebox, Bokuto's grandfather's 50s-themed diner. When Kuroo parks, you walk toward the pink building lit with a neon yellow sign. THE JUKEBOX. The light kills your eyes. Good thing you brought your darkest sunglasses with him. Your headache is only getting worse and worse.

The inside is just what you'd expect. Black and white checkered flooring, red and white walls decorated with old pictures and records, and the two bright smiles of Bokuto and his grandfather.

"Hey Mr. B!" Kuroo waves when he sees the old man behind the counter. "Got any spots for us?" he then asks despite there only being about three other tables occupied. For a Saturday morning, they aren't very busy.

"For you two? Of course I do!" he beams. "Where's the rest of the group?"

"Hungover," you smile at him. "Kuroo just wanted to torment me which is why I'm here." You then grab your sunglasses from atop your head and place them over your eyes.

"So dramatic," Kuroo sighs as he pats your back. "Let's go find a place to sit, Y/N."

You groan as you plop yourself into a booth. "All I want to do is go back to sleep," you grumble as you lean your head against the wall.

"How do you know this isn't a dream, hm?" Kuroo teases you.

"Cause I know you wouldn't be in my dreams," you scoff.

"Maybe it's a nightmare then," he laughs.

"That seems more plausible," you agree with a roll of your eyes.

"I'm sorry that hanging out with me is so bad," he shakes his head.

"Well, you pretty much backed me into a corner. You're blackmailing me for that-" you suddenly stop yourself, remembering that you're in Bokuto's diner.

"For what?" he grins wickedly.

"Nothing," you shake your head. "What're you getting to eat?"

"Hm, probably a hamburger and fries," he nods as he looks down at his menu. "How about you?"

"Seriously? A hamburger? It's like seven in the morning."

"Actually, it's nine," he corrects you as he looks at the watch on his wrist.

"Whatever, I'm getting the hotcakes," you tell him as you eye the breakfast side of the menu as you should when it's this early in the morning.

"Aren't you the same girl who used to eat skittles for breakfast in high school?" he laughs. "Who are you to judge? Besides, hotcakes aren't that much better. They're loaded with sugar. Pretty sure that doesn't help a hangover, Y/N."

"I know you're just trying to help, Kuroo, but I'm a big girl. I can make my own decisions."

"Right..." he mumbles as he looks at something behind you.

"What is it?" you ask quietly as you turn around. Your heart then stops the moment you see him. Bokuto, with a huge grin on his face, is nearly skipping happily in your direction. "Kuroo, please please don't say anything to him. I'm begging you."

"Admit it was yours and that you've got a problem. Then I'll think about promising that."

Shit, you think to yourself. Either way, you're pretty much screwed. Kuroo won't stop watching you like a hawk until he knows you're sober. And if Bokuto knew, well, it'd be like telling him that someone shot his puppy.