Alcohol Spills [BYAKUYA TOGAMI X READER]

Welcome to Despair High School

I was standing in front of the doors to Hope's Peak Academy itself. A new life, a life of guaranteed stardom. They say if you attend you'll be set for life. 

I of course have managed to profit quite well off of my ultimate. Oh, I'm [Y/N] [L/N] by the way, the Ultimate Bartender.

The entry was surprisingly empty for such a prestigious and large school. Maybe there are extremely few students? I'm honestly not quite sure how many will be in my class either. Oh well, I guess it'll be a fun surprise when I get there.

The acceptance letter said that the orientation should start at 8:00 am so I guess I should start heading in.  

Just as I approached the door to open it, I noticed a limo driving through the gates. Hm, should I wait for them? They could be in my class so we can walk in together? No no, they might be in an older year. Let's just go in.

-Is all that I could remember as I lifted my head up off of the desk.

I don't quite remember how I got here. That's funny. There was a little post-it note stuck on the desk with some sort of scribbles and a shitty looking bear saying: "Head to the main hall". 

I look up at the clock in what seems to be a classroom. I appear to be the only one in there. All the chairs were neatly tucked into the desk, meaning that probably nobody else was in there. 7:45 am. How convenient, it appears I haven't missed orientation.

I get up from the desk and notice the iron plates that have been bolted over where I would assume the windows are.

 Well, that's bizarre.

I leave the room and am blinded by the bright purple lights in the hallway. 

Jesus-

I take my time trying to navigate through the halls, partially because I want to explore and partially because I have no clue where the main hall could be in this large ass school. 

Eventually, I find what I think could be a door to possibly the main hall? I push open the door to find about a dozen students just stood there. The room was smaller than I thought. Behind all the students was just a giant vault door. How peculiar.

Suddenly a man pipes up right in front of me,

"Good morning, miss!"

It's like he's practically yelling at me. He seems like a very shouty man but at least he was polite enough to say hello.

"Um, morning I guess." I respond as I walk on past.

"Fifteen students, seems like a perfect cut-off point I'd say." said some blonde boy who was stood in the corner.

"Since it would appear that we are all here, maybe we should get some introductions done!" says a girl with brown hair with a sweet smile.

"The hell!? Now's no time for friggin' introductions!" piped up a man with a ridiculous looking pompadour.

He definitely DOES NOT look like a high schooler. He's kinda terrifying really. 

"Maybe, but it may be good to at least find out who we all are before digging into the bigger problems here. I mean, how are we even supposed to talk to each other if we do not know each other's names?" explains a goth lolita looking girl.

The group all agrees to introductions which I'm not opposed to at all. I decide to speak to those more... interesting first.

Immediately I approach the goth lolita. 

"You're gorgeous y'know." I start.

The goth lolita giggles.

"Why thank you darling, I am Celestia Ludenberg, the Ultimate Gambler. But I would just prefer if you called me Celeste."

She folds her hands and places them under her chin with a smile.

"I have a feeling we'd be a perfect pairing, [Y/N] [L/N], Ultimate Bartender."

Celeste giggles again.

"My, my, what a pairing indeed. I have a feeling we'll become good friends, [Y/N]!" She says before leaving to speak to the others.

Then some hobo-looking guy approaches. He looks... stupid. I really don't care to be friends with him but if he wants to speak to me, I can't stop him.

"Heyy.." he places a hand awkwardly on his head.

"I may have overheard that you're a bartender so maybe you'd like to go out and grab some brewskis sometime." he chuckles

"I don't serve minors" I respond, overall disinterested in his proposal.

"Oh, I'm actually 21. I've been held back a few times, see, and...well, it's a long story. Oh yeah, might as well tell ya! I'm Yasuhiro Hagakure--Hiro for short! Ultimate Clairvoyant! Take it easy, yeah? I know I will!"

His ultimate is clairvoyancy? Pfft, that isn't even real. Did the school take pity on this hobo? I mean, seriously, that's pathetic. No wonder he's been held back.

"Well um, I'm [Y/N] [L/N], and as you know, I'm the Ultimate Bartender so..."

And at that, the conversation is at an awkward standstill. We both just kinda stand there in silence.

"I gotta- go speak to more people," I say, breaking the silence before turning around to leave.

I in fact did speak to a few more people but their personalities were so boring that I honestly already forgot who they were. Sayaka Maizono is obviously a fake little bitch, and reminds me of one of the performers that stood out to me at a bar one time.

I've gotten my fame pretty young for bartending, obviously. I get paid thousands just to bartend for events or parties and I go on short contracts at bars or clubs here and there. I don't like to stay in one place, it makes the venue wayyy too busy. I don't want a bar to shine just because I work there.

Anyways, this one performer at the bar seemed like just a sweetheart but had the nerve to be chatting shit about her co-performers and being an overall stuck-up bitch. Sayaka really reminds me of her. 

The Ultimate Fanfic creator seemed a bit odd. He honestly was a blushing, stuttering mess as he approached me. Of course, I wouldn't dare try to approach him myself.  The guy literally introduced himself as, and I quote, "The Alpha and the Omega". That should tell you plenty.

I completely avoided the guy with the pompadour. I'm scared I'll get beat up for approaching him so I'll pass.

I was going to approach the blonde-haired guy who was standing in the corner, alone. He didn't seem as stupid and animated as many of the other students.

But then another student walks in through the door. 

"Um...how's it going? My name's Makoto Naegi. Sorry I'm late. A bunch of stuff happened, and then all of a sudden I was just...asleep."

Ugh, another plain-looking student.  I look at my watch. And he's late too. How boring. Now I know his arrival will start up a group conversation when all I want to do is get these introductions over and done with.

[A/N] this is what i imagine [Y/N] wearing. feel free to think of something else if you don't like it since it doesn't really matter what she's wearing. I dont have a hc for the hair so run wild.