-Haikyuu! but I don't tell you the love interest.
-After a power surge caused all electricity to go out, criminals from prisons all over the country escaped. The world as you knew it was obliterated. All chance of civilized living was gone. The word...
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chapter eighteen: xerces blue
You roll your eyes in the direction where Kuroo stomped away before going back inside to gather the supplies you need. Once you've finished, you place them in a bag on the nurse's station desk and walk towards Dr. Cheronobog's office. From what you remember, he always had a bad habit of drinking so you're sure he's got a bottle of something in there.
You carelessly open your ex-coworker's office door and let yourself in. The inside looks perfectly clean, yet dusty as though nobody's even stepped into the room since the power outage. You wouldn't doubt that. Cheronobog's definitely long gone. You wouldn't be surprised if he was on the first plane out of here the second the power went out.
Inside, you walk towards a refrigerator in the far corner of the room. Though it obviously hasn't been in use all this time, you bend down and open it nonetheless. Cheronobog's breath always reeked of alcohol by the end of a long day so there was no doubt in your mind he had a bottle of Whiskey inside.
A small smile sneaks up on your lips as you pull out the bottle of golden brown liquor. You pop off the top and take a long gulp.
"What the hell was Kuroo's problem anyway? All I'm trying to do is help people," you whisper to yourself. "I know not the problem, it's this fucked up world that's making everything so damn stressful. It's definitely not the world we grew up learning about. Happy endings and all that is just a bunch of bullshit. I wouldn't be surprised if I never make it out of Japan."
Once more, you take another swig of Whiskey. As it slides down your throat, your nose crinkles at the sour taste. However, you suffer through it at the thought of being at peace once your brain begins to get numb.
You fix yourself a comfortable seat against the wall in Cheronobog's office and continue to consume the alcohol. You close your eyes and try to relax as best you can. It has been a long day and it's probably dark outside by now. You don't care, you just want a moment to yourself for once.
In your mind you find yourself in a world you once knew. You are standing in the middle of a club you used to go to on your weekends while you were in medical school. Beside you is a man you used to spend practically all your free time with. The two of you walk together to the bar and sit down, but he doesn't smile as he looks over at you. He always had a solid, expressionless face as if he hardly ever cared about anything, though you grew to learn that wasn't true.
Your companion orders two drinks from the bartender. Luckily for you, the two of them are friends so neither of you ever have to pay for drinks.
When the drinks arrive, you and your companion raise your glasses to each other. You pass him a smile while he nods in return. After your little toast with him, you spin around in your seat and turn to face the club. You can't remember what you had said to your companion next, and you don't think he heard either, because he leans in closer to you. However, instead of asking you to repeat whatever it was you said, he kisses you on the cheek.
