Alcohol Spills [BYAKUYA TOGAMI X READER]

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"{Y/N} can we talk?"

I chuckle.

"Oh no, I'm scared. What ever could it be?"

"This is serious, bartender. Don't laugh."

"Well, now I'm really scared."

I walk around and out from behind the bar and sit beside him on the stool. I tilt my head as I respond.

"So? What is it then?"

He's silent as he turns away for a moment. He seems hesitant to speak. I wouldn't say he's embarrassed but there are small signs. He sighs before turning back round to face me, his face stoic.

"This... isn't quite easy for me to say {Y/N}. I never expected this to happen but... although you are extremely annoying, I can't help but always want to be around you."

He maintained his usual composure, which I certainly wasn't expecting from the way this conversation is going. I don't respond and wait to see if he has something else to say but I listen intently.

He pauses and looks down to think.

"I don't know if I'm going about this well, if it's wise for me to say anything at all. But I don't like keeping this quiet. It feels wrong keeping this from you."

I stay silent, he just stares at me, clearly a little anxious about what he's saying.

"Don't you dare make fun of me bartender. Just listen to me. And if you hear something you don't like... just forget about it. I don't want you to be a tease."

"I won't."

He sighs again.

"I think I like you {Y/N}. As cheesy as it sounds coming from me, I had to tell you. I don't exactly know what's happening. I shouldn't be feeling attachment, I shouldn't feel like this."

I certainly did not expect Byakuya to make a confession, especially not first. I'm at a loss for words as he just stares at me with a surprised but furrowed brow.

"I tried to get Monokuma to tell me anything but he refused. Say something goddamnnit!"

His breath was labored as he anticipated a response. His glare was intense and he seemed to try and push back any hint of embarrassment. 

"Say something."

"You like me?"

He slams his fist on the bar in fury, but not an aggressive type of fury, a passionate one.

"Goddamnit bartender anything but that! I love you can't you see that?!"

He pauses in shock at the realisation of what he said.

"The impending end of this game is what pushed me to realise this. I need to tell you, I need to learn what to do. And as pissing annoying you are, I trust that you are the person that can help me. Help me in learning something new, something... unchartered."

"I never expected you to break down like this and be the first to say something. I suppose in our time, I've grown to like you too."

He looks away and I pause. 

"Is that why you didn't want me to see the cameras? To see you care?"

"I suppose so."

He picks up the glass again and takes a sip.

"I mean everything I said {Y/N}. I'm not intoxicated, I hope you know that."

"No, I know."

I turn the stool to face forward towards the bar, just as he is. He still looks away, probably feeling embarrassed over his vulnerability but I don't care. 

I hesitate but wrap an arm around him slowly. He flinches, raising his shoulders slightly but accepts the touch and leans his head to the side and places it on my shoulder. We sit in silence. He can really be a little baby when nobody's watching. He's not always the callous asshole he is in front of others. 

"{Y/N} I don't know what to do now."

I look over at the near-empty cup and pick it up while taking a swig. He turns to face me.

"I thought you didn-"

I place both hands on his cheeks and pull his face towards mine. Pressing his lips firmly against mine. The last thing I see before I close my eyes is his flabbergasted face, his eyes glossing over before shutting his own eyes and wrapping his arms around my shoulders holding me in place.

The bar was silent with just the hum of the bar music in the background. It began with small, gentle kisses led mainly by me. But I could tell his embarrassed vulnerability began to slip away as he held on tighter and took on more authority, pressing his lips harder and gradually more passionately.

He moves a hand to my hair before eventually pulling away. He strokes my hair as he breathes a little more heavily.

"I apologise, I seem to have been carried away."

"I don't care."

I lean forward and rest my head down on his shoulder, his arms wrapping around me in an embrace. One arm snakes around me and strokes my hair.

"You don't know how long I've held on to hold you in my arms like this bartender."

"I didn't realise how much I wanted this."

I nuzzle my head down further and close my eyes as I am comforted by him. 

Although I'm grateful there is one aspect of this killing game that isn't a total disaster, I feel so guilty. Is it selfish of me to not want this to end? I wouldn't mind going on the rest of my life like this, trapped in this school. What's not to like? Endless food, comfortable rooms, company... But I made a promise to end this. And I play fair.

Tomorrow I kill Toko. For him.

{A/N}- hey gang. since this fic will soon be ending (not quite yet don't panic) I will be starting a new byakuya fic soon. i plan on publishing at least one part of the new one before alcohol spills ends so look out for that!

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