Alcohol Spills [BYAKUYA TOGAMI X READER]

24

Shortly we returned to my dorm, dazed and embarrassed but decided to change the topic back to the plan.

I lay on my bed, head laid back on the headboard and just shuffling through the cards while Byakuya sat on the edge.

The silence was no longer awkward, but soothing. However, he breaks the silence with something I did not want to hear.

"I wanted to ask about something I saw in the camera room."

"You went in there? After I told you?"

"You cannot tell me what to do bartender. Do not speak down to me so."

"Why do you still call me that?"

"Don't backtrack {Y/N}. Why in the camera room are there dozens of post it notes with some cryptic message? I would believe you were above this sort of honestly cringe mental breakdown. 'I am the mastermind'. All caps might I add?"

"I didn't write those."

"Bullshit. Don't lie to me because I won't fall for it."

"I'm not lying. I didn't write those. A new one would be placed everyday. I just assumed Monokuma did it. Maybe some AI subconscious thing I don't know."

I genuinely don't know who wrote those post-it notes. And he's right, I'd never go out of the way to write something so odd and stick it up on my own walls.  I never programmed Monokuma to do that, but I'm sure with the advancements of AI it's harmless and nothing to worry about. It started just after Chihiro's trial, everyday a post it in the camera room.

"So you're trying to tell me the MASTERMIND of such a game does not know the cause of mystery communication? Do you not see how worrying this could be?"

"The game is nearly over anyways and once it does Mono- nevermind. Wouldn't want to spoil the surprise."

He sighs. Just as he's about to say something I interrupt.

"I might just go tonight and do it. What's the point in waiting right?"

"Are you sure? Do you absolutely know what you're doing?"

"Yes."

Night time \ time:???  (presumably 11pm)

Byakuya knew from the countless times he was forced to stay with Toko she would fall asleep early and sleep deeply. 

I had my hair tied in a bun and was still in my regular clothing as it was all quite body fit with plenty of pockets. Switchblade in the right pocket and a small stash of keys. There were three of Toko's room keys around one keychain ring as I have no clue how to remove them from that stupidly annoying ring.

Byakuya chose to remain in my dorm while he waited for the murder to happen.

I approach Fukawa's room silently and still while removing the chain of keys from my pocket and slotting it into the keyhole, leaving them in there as I push open the door. 

It glides silently open, flooding the dim light of the hallway into her room. As Byakuya had said she was already asleep. I walk in with a confident stride and carefully push the door to be barely open. Hiding the room in darkness again.

Switchblade in hand I approach her bed, glaring down at her. I stand to the side of the bed as she sleeps soundly and blissfully. I hate her.

I hate her dumb smirk. I hate her stuttering. I hate how privileged she thinks she is.

My hands shake.

I hate her braids. I hate her dumb glasses. I hate Genocide Jack. I hate how stupid she is socially.

I hate how her blood dares stain me. I hate how her blood splatters. I hate..

I killed her.

I gaze down at the sight. Lakes of blood now staining the white sheets, staining my hands, and soiling my knife. I feel the drops on my face, and my arms. I flick the blade so it's hidden and I smash my arms into my stomach. My hand immediately thrown onto my face. 

My breath rate increases as my stomach threatens to retch. I peer over at the bathroom door and launch myself at it before immediately puking into the toilet. 

Why didn't she scream? That wimp took it in silence. I wish I could've inflicted so much more pain and yet... here I am, throwing up over guts.

I slip the switchblade back into my pocket, flush the toilet, and swiftly attempt to leave her dorm.

I hurry out and shut the door entirely before scurrying back to my dorm.

As I carelessly thrust my dorm room door open with one hand, Byakuya looks up from the book he was reading, anticipating my return.

"Did you do it?" He asks in mild excitement.

I was quiet and breathless. My form was slightly hunched over myself, in exhaustion, the thrill of the kill now disappearing.

He continues to read and without looking up from his book he says

"Well done. Red looks good on you."

I take the switchblade from my pocket and mindlessly toss it onto a nearby table.

"Go have a shower {Y/N}. And maybe toss those clothes. The bloodstain will most surely never wash out. You look like you've bathed in blood. And I'll deal with that for you."

He signals at the bloody blade. I nod and disappear into the bathroom.

I strip down and just throw the clothes into the shower with me, might as well let them soak. I untie the bun and let my hair fall. As the water runs down red I glare down at myself, looking at the scar. I feel my heartrate increase as I feel increasingly ill. Memories begin to bubble up in my stomach.

Spew.

I wait for the water to wash away my own vile insides before I slide down to sit, making myself more stable and comfortable as the water continues to fall and glide down my body. I sit and reflect in the warmth.

By the time I had left the shower with a towel wrapped around myself, Byakuya had already left.