Alcohol Spills [BYAKUYA TOGAMI X READER]

12

I place the drink down onto the bar and push it towards him.

"Talk."

He picks up the glass and slowly takes a sip before speaking.

"You were indeed correct that I was not specifically looking for you earlier on in our altercation with Fukawa. I was merely curious what she wanted from you."

"Always have to stick your nose in other peoples business."

He chuckles.

"I knew whatever it was, it wouldnt be good. I might as well oversee and control the situation. I cant afford to have you killed, bartender."

He leans closer towards the bar only for him to stop as the forcefield around it shines.

"How come theres a forcefield around the bar and yet you can pass through drinks?"

"How am i supposed to know?"

He scoffs and rolls his eyes. Theres a silence where he just stares me down with his arms crossed.

"Why am i so important that i cant be killed? Hm? Got a crush or something?"

He looks baffled and his cheeks redden.

"Tch! Dont be so absurd! I have no clue where you get your confidence and bluntless from but it is abhorrent! Dont make such vile assumptions you peasant."

"If it wasnt true, you wouldnt be so defensive. And also, if thats not the case then why am I so important?"

He takes another sip of his drink and calms down from his fury.

"My reasoning is not entirely justified, so i will not reveal it to you."

"You told me if i made you a drink youd tell me!"

"Calm yourself bartender. Its hardly groundbreaking. I wish to talk to you a bit more, perhaps it can help me guarantee my theory. Make yourself a drink."

"I don't drink."

"Oh just this once, its not like youll get in any trouble."

"Its late, we cant afford to accidentally fall asleep here and get in trouble with monokuma-"

"-And ive been returned to my room from the bar before without any trouble. You told me so yourself. So, bartender, pour yourself a drink. Perhaps a jack and coke since i know you like cola."

"How do you remember that?"

"That doesnt matter. Just make the damn drink."

"Fine but im only making one."

I start making the drink while he sits at the bar looking quite bored and impatient, his arm resting on the bar.

"Well are you going to speak? If a conversation is what you want it has to go both ways."

"Tsk. Youre quite annoying."

There's an awkward pause.

"Besides... I'm not one to easily strike up a conversation. Just have a drink or something."

I stare down at the glass. I hesitantly take a sip. It's bitter. Bleugh. He chuckles at my reaction of course.

"It's funny you're the ultimate bartender considering the fact you hate alcohol. How could you be judged as good and talented at your ultimate when you despise the very thing you work with?"

"I don't know what you want me to say to that."

I place the glass down on the bar in front of me. Its nearly full but i refuse to drink anymore. Byakuya continues to sip on his drink.

"You know i was thinking... why do you need a forcefield around the bar? Do you need protecting or anything?"

Hes smirking and his positioning in his stool is oddly comfortable and awkward. Hes clearly a little tipsy.

"I uhm...-"

"-monokuma must like you then for some reason~"

He says in a singsongy voice while mindlessly sliding his finger along the rim of the cup.

"Look, i dont see what youre trying to imply. Im sure the security around the bar is only for the other students to not sneak in and get wasted."

"But whats the point of the bar in the first place?"

His voice is probing and he sits up in the stool, leaning both elbows on the bar.

"This is a high school after all. Nobody should be the legal age of drinking. This oddly seems to be placed here in favour of you..."

Im speechless. What the hell do i say??

"And for your information, [y/n], i am not implying a single thing. A smart girl like you should know im merely just asking questions"

Its a bit strange to see him so relaxed. But im still incredibly nervous. He is not merely asking questions. Fuck. I now know why he wouldnt tell me his reasoning right away. I haven't given it away right? I havent shown any nervousness? Im confident in my responses right? Hes just coincidentally asking the right questions... coincidence. It has to be.

He leans closer to the bar. His smirk dangerous. I dont know what hes planning on doing but i dont trust him. He's meddled with chihiro is he going to kill me now??

I reach my hand into my pocket without him noticing. My heart is racing. I can't die. The forcefield will save me.

He's holding his now empty glass, glancing down at it as if he were plotting something.

Just as he raises his arm i whip my hand out of my pocket, wielding a switchblade.

He simply places the glass back down and chuckles.

"Now now [y/n], you didn't actually think I would hurt you, did you? Now as for your weapon of choice, that's not something anyone would find in a school is it?"

Shit. He knows.

"You're the mastermind aren't you?"