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●Chapter Twelve●

I ran off to the bathroom, not bothering to wait for someone to follow. I locked myself in a stall and puked whatever was left in my system, which wasn't a whole hell of a lot. 

Maybe you should drink more often, then you don't need to force yourself to puke. 

"Suga, are you okay?" I heard Daichi come in. I couldn't even answer before I puked more. 

"Daichi, go back to the table, you look like you're gonna pass out." Kuroo was there too I guess. Daichi? About to pass out? I can only assume he has sensitivities to puking and hearing it. 

"Yep, you can take care of this one, I can't." He said. I could even hear in his voice how weak he sounded. Once the door closed again, Kuroo spoke. 

"So, how hungover are you?" 

"So that's what this is? Jesus christ, I hate this." 

"I know it's gonna sound weird, but coke. Drink coke."

"Before playing?" 

"Kid, you won't be playing much today. I can promise you that. Neither is Lev, he couldn't even get out of the dorms before hurling." 

"Worth a shot." I said. I walked out when I felt that I wasn't going to puke anymore and washed my hands and face. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. 

You look like absolute hell. 

Wonder why. 

"How are you not hung over?"  I asked, kind of jealous. 

"Oh, I am. Just not as bad, and I took meds. I have anti nausea meds out there too, as well as pain meds. I can give you some and you can take more at lunch. I do this shit every year." He said. Of course he does. I'm not surprised. 

I walked out with Kuroo, who pulled coke from his gym bag, along with the meds. He handed me one of each med. I took them and sipped on the coke. 

"You okay, babes?" Daichi asked.  

"Babes?" Kuroo laughed. 

"Oh shush, you calling Kenma Kitten is weirder." I shot back. 

"Mmk, got me there." He shrugged. 

"I'm fine, Daichi. Just not feeling great today, I guess." I said. 

"Are you sure you should be playing?" Bokuto asked. I'm not sure how Bokuto is still standing. He drank more than all of us. Wonder how often he does this shit.

"I'll be fine, promise." I said. I'm sure I'll be fine once the meds kick in and I have water in me too. Maybe I'll sit out the first game though. 

I just kept my head down until it was time to head over to the court. We got there as nets were being set up by some other players. 

"Yo, can I talk to you quick?" I heard Kuroo speak. He was talking to our coach. 

"Yeah, I guess?" Coach sounded so confused. I mean, I would be too if another team's player wanted to talk to me as a coach.

I sat down on the bench, still kinda feeling like shit. Daichi sat next to me until Coach came over and told him to screw off for a few. Coach basically just told me I'm not being put in until I visibly look like I'm not sick, which honestly may not happen with the little sleep I got. I just shrugged and asked to sit outside. Coach didn't care so I sat and played on my phone, sitting up against the side of the building. I tried playing games, but they just made the nausea worse. Reading on social media made it worse too. After a good half hour of trying, I put my phone away and laid in the sun, staring up at the sky. There weren't any clouds to try and decipher this time around.