Alcohol Spills [BYAKUYA TOGAMI X READER]

16

"(y/n)."

He clicks his fingers at me.

"I know you're awake. Listen to me."

He continues to click his fingers right in front of my disorientated face. Does this man not understand what it feels to literally wake up from- well... what did I wake up from? Monokuma probably did some sort of surgery or gave me painkillers or anesthesia. I've definitely been drugged, I can feel it, but I'm honestly not quite sure what happened while I was unconscious. I don't even know where the scissors hit me I can't feel my body.

My eye sight manages to focus better as I just kinda accidentally stare at him, dumbfounded.

"Don't stare at me like that, if I knew any better, I'd say you're on the verge of death with that face." he says.

"Forgive me if my near death situation is less than ideal for you." I reply with my voice strained.

"Oh so you can talk? Good, you can listen."

I sigh. 

"Monokuma met with us in the cafeteria this morning while we were discussing Yamada and Ishimaru's deaths. I presume you know about that though."

".. what? about their deaths or Monokuma?"

"Their deaths. I know in this state I know you did not send Monokuma. Anyways, he informed us that you were heavily injured and unable to participate in the trial."

I continually blink, trying to focus on him and what he's saying but its getting increasingly more difficult.

"(y/n) focus."

He snaps his fingers again.

"Show some compassion" I murmur.

He sighs and just continues talking.

"He did not disclose how you were injured or where. So as you are working for me I suppose, I should probably know what happened to you, as well as I just want to satisfy my curiosity."

"Do not for a second think that I work for you, we just have a deal, that's it."

"Well I would've just said you're protecting me, but that's too cringe for me to admit to. But the specifics do not matter. What happened to you?"

"I- I was asked to assist in a murder and... I got caught off guard and that fatass slashed me across the stomach-"

"And by fatass do you mean the murderer or Yamada? Your constant need to insult people can make communication with you extremely difficult. You do not need to keep up your bratty attitude when you're in this state."

"Yes yes it was Yamada... And then... later I opened my dorm door and I think Fukawa tried to kill me..."

"How did you get in your dorm? You can't even move in this dazed state how did you get to your dorm, dorm door and then infirmary without a wound for that?"

"I- uhm...?"

Monokuma pops out in between us and laughs.

"That's because she wasn't in her dorm at all! Puhuhu!"

"Wait what?"

I'm severely confused. I know what I saw; it was an empty hallway with a pair of scissors right at me. That had to have happened right?

"(y/n). I took you straight from the scene of the crime to the infirmary."

"What... did you do to me in here?"

"I thought you deserved some rest after such an intense night! So I put you under strong painkillers and let you sleep. You need to be a few hours off of food and drink before I can operate on you and fix your wound. But in the next few days you'll be good as gold! It does mean you'll miss the trial..."

"Are you done with your irritating yapping Monokuma? We still have things to discuss."

"Hokie kokie! Now you two don't talk to long! I see miss (y/n) here is ready for another nap."

And with that Monokuma disappears, leaving me and Byakuya alone in the infirmary again. 

"I only have one thing to ask of you bartender."

"And that is...?"

"Who is this so called blackened who you assisted?"

"That's not how this game works, I can't just tell you."

"You are supposed to protect me. You withholding this information can cost me my life. Fine so be it. Enjoy your surgery. I'll have to search for clues myself."

As he gets up to leave I add one more thing.

"I'm supposed to make sure you don't meet your end. This agreement is not for you to be spoiled of the game. If I remember correctly, I just have to make sure nobody sneaks up behind your back and stabs you. So lower your expectations. If I am incapable of filling the task currently, I will send Monokuma to protect you."

"Fine, whatever. Good luck or something."

My head starts nodding down as the exhaustion overwhelms me. I shut my eyes and collect my thoughts before eventually falling asleep.

I love Celestia so much. And I'll truly be heartbroken that she'll be caught. I know I'm saying this as if she never had a chance at getting away with it but I'm sorry it's the unfortunate truth. I am somewhat glad I don't have to be there to watch her breakdown or fall apart. At least when she's executed she knows she'll die with the thought that my final memories of her would've been with dignity. That's if she even will be thinking of me at all. I'm thinking of reinventing her execution. I don't want to necessarily humiliate her, especially since I was going to help her with the murder that she was brave enough to ask me for. I'll consider it.

And about Fukawa. She didn't attack me? It does seem strange. But also why would I be in my dorm after a brutal stabbing and then waking up in the infirmary. And I know Monokuma couldn't have lied. I do think it could've been a dream. Like on I've had before. I've freakishly been having reoccurring dreams of violent banging on my dorm door. Maybe it's just a reminder of my mental state, that I'm constantly worried of the others finding out my secret. But if Kirigiri, ultimate Detective hasn't figured it out herself, them I'm sure nobody else could. The scissors though, it's definitely an implication of Fukawa or Genocide whatever. Maybe she's the one always banging on my door in my dreams, I just haven't been asleep enough to find out. But why her? My biggest threat so far was that fatty Hifumi so why is she in my dreams? I don't even feel afraid or threatened by her and I never have been. Sure her closeness with Togami is kinda gross but I don't care that much do I? I'm sure everyone views Toko in a similar way to how I do. 

My inner ramblings continue on for God knows how long. I don't even remember how long it takes me to fall asleep.