Hourglass [Quintessential Quintuplets]

Chapter 6 - Reflection

Asuka's POV:

There are some lines you just don't cross. These unspoken moral rules—like not killing, not driving drunk, and most definitely NOT drugging people for fuck sake!—should be obvious. Yet, here I was, watching Fuutarou collapse to the ground seconds after finishing the water Nino handed him.

I froze, struggling to process what had just happened. Fuutarou lay motionless, unconscious, and Nino—she laughed. Not just any laugh, but a lunatic witch-like cackle that showing she's clearly enjoying all this mess.

"Fuutarou! Hey, wake up!" I knelt down, shaking him, but he was completely out cold. ''Fuutarou, hey! Oi! Fuutarou.''

None of the girls looked that worried, except for Yotsuba. I'm pretty sure I heard some chuckles. For Yotsuba, she tried to check upon Fuutarou as well, thank god. I have to wake him up somehow. I'll try the method used in movies...

"Fuutarou! Wake—slap—the—slap—hell—slap—up!"

I slapped Fuutarou's face hard a few times but it doesn't work. All I got was those girls laughing more, and the reds on Fuutarou's cheeks. I won't lie—I've wanted to slap him like this a few times. But not like this. Not when he's like this. I would be in the same situation if I didn't trust my sixth sense...Shit.

"That's cruel Nino." Miku said quietly, but she couldn't help but holding laugh.

I'm not sure what I'm feeling right now. Part of me is furious with Nino, and other part of me is terrified of what she is capable of.

Finally I managed to finish a sentance. ''What the hell, Nino?!''

''Ha? You didn't think I could forgive that pervert so easily did you?'' She crosses her arms, still smirking.

''You dumb f— Ugh. We all know that was an accident!'' I can't decide if I'm angrier or more horrified.

I don't remember being this angry at someone in my life. What if Nino had used the incorrect medication? What if she hadn't been able to adjust the dosage? She could have almost killed him, but thank god he's just passed out.

Instead of telling Nino to shut the hell up, I gave her a death stare and hoped my message recieved. And she went silent for a moment with an uncomfortable look on her eyes, her smug look faltering.

"He's fine." Itsuki says suddenly, kneeling next to me to check Fuutarou. "Just unconscious."

"I'm taking him home." I said, already gathering his things. ''I'll find a cab, just need my phone.''

''No.'' Itsuki offers, standing up. "You stay, I'll call a cab."

''You don't have to do that—''

''I'd still be crying in my room if you hadn't taken care of me today... Consider this a small token of my appreciation.''

Her words hitted me off guard, really. I glance at her a couple of seconds before speaking up. "Thank you, Itsuki."

Thus, I started packing Fuutarou's things, mostly his backpack and and textbooks, before the cab arrived. If he's going to be treated like this, I'm going to ask him to quit this job. Definitely it's not worth it.

And Nino was watching us with a strange expression on her face. It's hard to say what this is, regret? Or is it joy? ''...Where are you going?'' Nino asked.

''You got what you wanted. Session is over, we're leaving.'' I gave her the answer she needs. Bitch.

Yotsuba and Ichika seemed to want to say something, but they prefer watching in silence. As for Miku, she handed over her phone number to me in case of anything and we exchanged our numbers.