A/N: TRIGGER WARNING. Mentions of drug abuse and character death.
People don't actually look like they're sleeping when they die.
At least, not from Katsuki's experience.
He's not an expert, not by a long shot. This is the first time he's ever actually seen a dead body---a real one, not like the ones you see on TV. He found her in the bathroom, lithe frame slumped over the toilet. Her dark, bobbed hair was matted down with sweat against her blue-tinted skin. Vomit and blood clung to her cracked, purpling, bruising lips and the whites of her eyes were spiderwebbed by tiny red veins as they bulged out of her sunken sockets.
They said it was an overdose. He would've never guessed that Yui was the type to be an addict, all pristine and proper, but you can never judge someone just by looking. Can never tell what demons they fight when eyes aren't prying.
"Midnight says they're not going to be closing the club. That we should keep quiet about it." Camie told him, looking just as shaken as he did. Of course she'd say that. If the public found out what had happened, they'd probably lose business, right?
Wishful thinking.
It's a bitter thought, one that Katsuki doesn't think he should voice aloud so Nejire does it for him.
"You honestly think anyone cares if we die in here? We're just strippers."
The next day, it was as if Yui Kodai never existed.
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FanfictionKatsuki plucks the glass from the stranger's hand and drinks it down, wrinkling his nose at the harsh burn. "Fuckin' whiskey? You didn't even get the good shit." He says with a snort, tossing the glass somewhere on the other end of the sofa. The ma...
