𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 [𝐓. 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨]

10 [Toji]

His finger sprung to his glossy lips, eyes pleading to not rat him out, telling Kazuha more than what words could.

The girl giggled to herself as her eyes shifted back to yours. You were both drunk as shit and laughing hysterically at literally nothing. Your head whipped around when you felt someone tap on your shoulder. There the remaining 1/3 stood holding a tray on the palm of her hand. The wooden slab decorated with three lines of Sambuca shots.

All three of you shared a look of confusion as each person knew they hadn't ordered this.

"Gift from Shinji, maybe," Chizoru suggested.

"Yeah, or a secret admirer," Kazuha winked at you.

You shook your head in dismissal at the silly thought. Kazuhas eyes kept shifting to your right, you thought the girl was way too gone for more drinks. "I think we should call it a night with the drinking," you voiced.

"Are you kidding, the night's barely begun," Chizoru mocked you with a raised eyebrow. You really had forgotten what a night out looked like. "Bottoms up, Y/n I've seen you eat these. Light work."

"Not anymore, unfortunately," you giggled nervously.

Your friends shared an unimpressed look. They weren't convinced of your new lifestyle.

"Well, whatever. If you think this is bad, you have no idea what you're in for," Chizoru shared a knowing look with the short-haired girl.

Few more minutes of dancing later, you and your old friends made your way up the building; towards the luxury suites. Exiting the main club floor, to see the establishment for what it's truly worth. The title of a club was in it for press but it had so much more to offer. Things that news outlets would rinse Shinji and his business for; so all kept on the down low.

Walls covered in beige and white plaster, paired by ceilings imitating ancient art lined in gold kept walkers busy; had they not been intoxicated. You carried your boots in your hands as you and Kazuha raced to the foot of the stairs. Aching feet feeling good against the ruby carpeted floors, you both giggled as you barely made it to the steps just to collapse on the floor. Your fits of giggles coming to an end, your vision unblurred to see a black card waving above your face. A credit card? You sat up, snatching it off the hand.

"'S.F Services'," you snickered. "Offering your brothel services, Shinji?"

"They all say that, don't order anything if you don't want. A room for the night to stay in." The man replied.

What an odd gesture. Especially considering his "Services" for a night usually were purchased for a couple grand. Did you seem that desperate to be dicked down? Or was it really just for you to spend the night in?

You shook your head in disbelief for the umpteenth time tonight as you collected yourself. You all walked into a master suite. Shinji and Kazuha's suite when they travelled to Tokyo. The room spanned half of your entire apartment, with ceilings tall enough to host an aircraft it made you wonder how many people were needed to hang up the curtains. The curtains keeping warm the windows displaying the most magnificent view of the industrial city, took your breath away as your eyes landed on the night lights.

Kazuha dragged and tackled you onto the bed which could fit a small family. Both hands beside each of your shoulders, she looked into your drunken eyes.

"Y/n," Shinji came and sat down joining you two at the foot of the bed. "I have a friend who's a big fan of you. You like teasing don't you? Give him a surprise why don't you. Room 712."

He was being serious? What an asshole.

"Shin I am not one of your whores. You don't even pay me!" You sat up to pinch his nipple.

"Come on, won't it be funny?" Chizoru urged.

"What the hell, why me? I don't have the heart to do that," you said laughing at their ridiculous idea.

"Oh right, forgot you're our Angel." Shinji reminisced with a pout.

"I'll do it if you do it," Kazuha perked up, to which earned her a glare from her boyfriend. "Who is this poor guy anyways?"

"Oh he's not some pathetic guy Y/n, I wouldn't do that to you. I know your worth Angel," he added, as if it made the situation better. "Listen, you don't even have to do anything, just surprise him there. He should be coming up soon."

"What's in it for you?" You were genuinely curious. You know how much of a scheming bastard this guy can be. Everything he does is with intention.

"Darling, I like to think I know you well. You'll get along. I'm sure of it," he reassured.

It was brief but you couldn't ignore it. A fleeting feeling that despite all odds maybe.. just maybe the person in that room.. You knew Shinji well enough to know he enjoys seeing other people uncomfortable. If he thinks seeing Toji out of nowhere would surprise you, he has another thing coming.

You've already heard the news that Toji is in town, for once you were a step ahead of him.

So in silent defeat, you smiled with your eyes closed. A part of you was excited to see Toji. A larger part was angry but you were still drunk so maybe the conversation won't be that difficult. Everyone cheered, all down for a bit of entertainment tonight. You might as well entertain them. Grabbing your boots and snatching the spare key card of room 712, you were on your way.

Facing Toji was going to happen sooner or later. You didn't mind the idea of talking it out after a night of drunken sex. No he wouldn't, I'm drunk. Now panicking realising you couldn't rely on sex to distract each other from the bigger issues, you suddenly felt like retreating back to Shinji's suite.

But that would mean letting him win. Whatever, you thought as you slapped the black card against the reader and opened the door to see...

No one?