Against All Odds || Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu x Fem!Reader

The Big Night Part 3

It wasn't long before the sun outside began to set, casting a golden glow on the island as you strolled along the paths on it. The air outside was warm, calming in a way as a slight breeze ruffled your hair that was flowing down across your shoulders, which were still clothed in Fuyuhiko's dress-shirt.

Pressing the bottle of whiskey to your lips, you closed your eyes as its sting ran down your throat. Sighing, you stumbled further along the path, the hotel coming into your view in the distance.

Everything was fucked. And of all the people here, you knew it best. You had no clue if your brother was okay... You didn't know if your parents were okay, either. The only way to get off the island was to kill someone, and when you tried, Fuyuhiko got in the way. You were all going to die whether you wanted to or not, and that was a fact that you had drilled into your mind.

You thought Fuyuhiko would've understood that. That there was no way out. That there was no happy ending. But he wouldn't stop trying to protect you and you didn't understand why. 

Honestly, you were ashamed. Not of having Fuyuhiko protect you, but of how you had been acting this entire time. Of all the times in your life, this was your worst point. You had hit rock bottom.

You didn't usually drink or get high. Only when you really needed it. But this was only the fourth day here, and you had already downed half of a bottle of whiskey. 

"Hey!" You gasped, slamming into the chest of another person as you rounded the corner to enter the pool of the hotel. 

"What the fuck!?" The gruff voice snapped. "Watch where you're- oh. It's you."

Looking up, your eyes met Fuyuhiko's golden ones and you shook your head, pushing past him to approach the poolside.

The sun was gone now, below the horizon, and its golden glow was gone. Now, the moon and star-filled sky were the only thing lighting up your surroundings. 

Fuyuhiko grabbed your wrist, turning you toward him and eyeing the bottle. "What the hell is that?"

"Whiskey, why?"

"Damn it. I told Peko not to let you leave her sight..." After saying that, he reached for the bottle but you pulled away, earning a sharp glare from the Yakuza. 

You held his stare, a smirk playing on your lips. "No."

"You're drunk."

"Not drunk. Tipsy, at most."

He rolled his eyes, reaching for it again and you stepped back. "Please," He scoffed. "Spare me the denial. Looking at that bottle, you've already downed half of it. You're drunk."

"As if," you shot back, stepping further away as the two of you gently tousled for the bottle. 

"Y/n- fucking- hand it over!"

"No way!"

And suddenly, your foot had nowhere to step back to, dipping down as you gripped onto Fuyuhiko's shoulders. 

Panicking, your hand slipped away from the bottle, letting it fall to the ground with a shatter as you gripped the boy's shoulders even tighter with your other hand.

His eyes widened in a panic of his own. "Hey! What're you-"

SPLASH!

You squeezed your eyes shut, the cold water of the pool engulfing you as Fuyuhiko's body left yours in an attempt to swim to the surface.

A moment later, you broke the surface as well, gasping for air as you wiped your eyes.

Fuyuhiko caught his breath, grabbing onto the wall of the pool and huffing. "Damn it... now my clothes are soaked..." He knitted his brows, taking off his tie and blazer, tossing them away on the pavement.