Violet Eyes

Chapter 58

As soon as we made it back to the boys' garage, Ei made a beeline for the fridge they kept out there. It was always stocked with drinks and snacks for the band, curtesy of Katsuki's parents (I was positive it was all his dad, but I had no proof). I was expecting him to come back with a water or soda or something normal for eight am, instead he came back with a beer in his hand like a middle aged father. It was not a look my daddy issues liked. 

"Ha ha," Katsuki said sarcastically, snatching the beer from the redhead's hands before he could even crack it open. "It's eight in the morning, dumbass." 

"Katsuki," Eijirou said slowly with the fakest smile I had ever seen in my life. "Are you seriously going to be a dick right now?" 

Katsuki was completely unfazed, probably from dealing with this side of Eijirou before. He leaned his back against the counter, the beer can still held tightly in his hand as if he was worried Eijirou would try to steal it back. "If you wanna do a substance this early in the morning, go grab the edibles from my room like a fucking normal person. You're not getting drunk right now." 

Hitoshi flopped onto the couch, stealing my attention from the other two boys. "Do you always have edibles in your room or was there a special occasion?" he drawled. 

I sat next to him, a sign that I wasn't still angry. It was easy to see what he was doing, trying to cut the tension and draw attention away from Eijirou. It was unreasonably sweet of him. "So," I started while watching Eijirou slip out of the garage and into the house. "I know you don't like smoking, but what about carts?" 

"That question been eating you up?" Katsuki asked with a faintly amused look on his face. 

I nodded lazily, making myself more comfortable by picking up Hitoshi's arm and wrapping it around me. With the new position, it was easy to cuddle up to his side. Look at us, I thought, working through our shit and shit. "For months, actually." 

He shook his head at me while I silently wondered why he was staying all the way over there. "No, I don't like carts either. Not a fan of inhaling shit." 

I tilted my head slightly. "What about snorting?" 

"Iz," Hitoshi hissed almost instantly. 

I rolled my eyes and tilted my head back so I could see him. "It was a joke, calm down. Jeez, what are you, my sponsor?" 

"Basically." 

"What's the point of the trauma if I can't make jokes about it, Toshi? If I don't laugh, I cry," I said, reciting my response every time someone brought up my dark humor. I don't know about anyone else, but joking about the shitty parts of my life is a hell of a lot better than dwelling on how shitty they made me feel. 

The door to the garage opened before anyone could response and a disgruntled Eijirou walked back into the room. 

"Welcome back, soldier," I greeted, trying to keep the mood light. 

He didn't verbally respond, just marched over to the couch and took the open spot next to me. Seconds later his head was in my lap and he was glaring at the ceiling with a clenched jaw. 

"How many did you take?" Katsuki asked, finally conceding to just sit on top of the counter instead of leaning against it. 

I realized then why he hadn't sat on the couch, he left the open spot for Eijirou. The blond would never outrun the simp allegations. 

"I don't know, a handful?" Eijirou grumbled, a hand coming up to rest on his forehead. 

"Jesus Christ," Katsuki hissed, running a hand down his face is exasperation. "A handful like three or a handful of six? There's a big fucking difference."