"I need a job.." Akaashi groaned to himself while laying face down into his pillows. The stench of weed came from every inch of his dorm.
Akaashi had gradually skipped out on some his lectures, professors don't get mad that often, if you miss it, you miss it. It's not like Akaashi has mean't to skip, it's just that sometimes he's gone off a bit with the drugs.
One of the main reasons to get a job is to start providing money to get any type of drug. The other reasons are simple, food and art supplies. Even though he hasn't painted in a while, he still gets the supplies.
Whining into his pillow again, he flipped his phone on and started to search for a part-time job. Searching the web, he came across one job in particular he liked. He wasn't twenty-one yet, but there's a good chance they'll let him in.
Sitting up, he looked at all the paperwork to sign and read over. It was between either a pet shop that was ten minutes away that paid average, or a club five minutes away that paid much more. As any college student would do, he chose the club.
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Working at a club wasn't as hard as he thought, since he wasn't twenty-one yet he couldn't work at the bar. He mostly served food if anyone ordered it, or helped people around, like if they got wasted.
Half the times he worked he got hit on, given some random wasted girl's number, asked what he was doing that night, anything like that. He always casually responded with multiple things, "Sorry I'm seeing someone.."; "I have a boyfriend."; That one always ticked off the ladies.
He loved seeing ladies get mad that their chance with the 'Hot Pretty Waiter' was smushed to the ground.
He didn't actually think he was that hot, people said otherwise. That was probably the main reason he was hired in the first place, he didn't have any experience with jobs at the most part. But luckily most of the people who worked there were nice enough to teach him the ropes, and how to weave around the place.
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Two Months Since Akaashi and Bokuto Broke Their Friendship.
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Once again Akaashi blew out a white puff of smoke out of his mouth. It was late at night again, it became a habit to always smoke at night anyways.
Winter was almost over, spring was coming.
Breathing out the stench of drugs, Akaashi coughed a bit. He got up from the messy bed and stumbled over to the window to open it. Looking out the window his eyes glimmered from the lights lighting up the world. They looked like stars, but on the ground, lights coming from the city was amazing. Being mesmerized from the lights he didn't notice the person below him.
Akaashi's dorm was on the fifth floor, he could look down and see people walking all the time.
Seeing that person made him slightly jump, he hasn't seen him in a while. Akaashi stood up from leaning over the window and steadily grabbed his lighter and pack of cigarettes.
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He tried walking down the stairs carefully, that wasn't a success. He stumbled and fell a bit, maybe taking the elevator would have been a good choice.
For some odd reason he always forced himself to go down the stairs, maybe to run into someone, someone.
He was making his way down the stairs until he stumbled into someone, they came out of no where and made him stumble down the stairs. He didn't feel much pain due to the weed he smoked a couple of minutes ago.
He looked up from the ground to make out a tall guy with bed head hair. Kuroo.
Akaashi stumbled upwards and stood looking at him. Why was Kuroo just staring at him?
"You.. alright?" Kuroo hesitated.
"Fine.." Akaashi bluntly said, slightly squinting his eyes.
Kuroo stood there for a couple seconds, try to think of something to talk about. It slipped out.
"Are you.. doing okay?" Kuroo blurt out. He didn't mean too, of course he cared about his friend, at least he thinks so. "I mean.. your high right now. It's obvious.. you smell." He talked with his hands a bit.
Akaashi stood there, Kuroo's words were muffled to him. Standing there he sighed and walked off. Kuroo was shocked that Akaashi walked off with no conversation.
Kuroo didn't know what to do. His best friend, Bokuto, was completely down in the dumps, and Akaashi was high stumbling down the stairs. What was he suppose to do? Ask Kenma?
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Akaashi finally made it down all the stairs without much commotion. Making his way out the building, he walked down the side of building. Spotting the person he saw from his window, he walked closer to get a good look.
There he was, the guy he met after saying goodbye to Bokuto. Suna Rintarō.
Suna looked up from his phone, he found himself staring at the stumbling Akaashi. Akaashi made his at over and leaned against the wall next to him.
"You seem pretty up in the clouds there." Suna bluntly spoke, puffing out a white cloud.
"Maybe.." Akaashi croaked out pulling out the pack of cigarettes hiding in his pocket.
"You're crazy." Suna chuckled to himself, lighting a new cigarette. Akaashi laughed along, sparking his smoke.
They stood there for a while. No words, just the wind making a 'woosh' sound in their ears. They calmly watched the snow melt bit by bit.
A couple smokes later Suna broke the silence, "I have spray paint." He smiled to himself.
Akaashi lifted an eyebrow and side-eyed him. Showing a glimmer of his bright teeth, he was in.
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All Akaashi wanted was more adrenaline, he needed that adrenaline rush. He was addicted to that feeling rushing through his veins. Doing anything that violated any type of rule made him feel that rush.
Spray painting was another thing that made his blood boil with a rush. Watching the paint glide across the bare wall, covering it with colors, made him relax.
"You've ever spray painted before, Akaashi?" Suna interrupted the trance Akaashi was in.
"Hm, no." Akaashi said monotoned.
Suna was quiet, "You paint.. I'm guessing?"
Akaashi slowly nodded, making a big purple stripe along the wall.
The rest of the time they were both quiet. Slowly painting the back wall while the sun set. They were spraying against a back wall in an alleyway. Nobody would walk down the way, or even see it, but it was still a joy to paint on property they didn't own.
It got too dark for the two boys to see, they both closed the cans of paint. Turning on their flashlights on their phones, they looked up at the vandalized wall. Suna did this some sort of cartoon drawing, more like a sun surrounded with weed. Akaashi on the other hand was more of a nice painting, they were lavender flowers, spreading across the wall.
"I like yours.. it's pretty cool." Akaashi made small talk.
Suna lit another cigarette, inhaled and blew out the smoke. He looked at Akaashi's artwork, "Lavenders, nice." He closed his eyes and blew out more smoke.
Akaashi stood there, slightly uncomfortable. He shifted a bit and pulled out his box of cigarettes. He lit one and sighed.
"Hey.." Akaashi mumbled. Suna slightly hummed in response. "Thanks for taking me.. and letting me use the spray paint. It means a lot." He fiddled with the stick in his mouth.
Suna perked up and chuckled, "No problem man." Suna chuckled a bit from the slight 'praise' he got from Akaashi.
Leave.
Akaashi stood up straight and looked at Suna in a panic, "Sorry.. I uh, have to go." He waved his hand up and stumbled out of sight.
Suna was speechless, "What in the hell is up with that dude..?" He spoke to himself in the dim alleyway. He lit another cigarette and pulled all the cans of paint into his bag, quickly getting out of there.
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Akaashi was rushing down the empty sidewalk. It was dark outside now, the sun was down.
Why are you with him? I told you to not speak to anyone, be alone.
"I.. I'm sorry!" Akaashi croaked out, who was he speaking to?
I told you to be useless, Keiji.
"I don't want to be useless!" Akaashi, now running down the sidewalk, screamed at the voice in his head.
BE USELESS KEIJI. DON'T LET ANYONE GET IN YOUR WAY.
YOU'RE USELESS.
"Useless." Akaashi said robotically. "I am useless." He spoke to no one, just running down the sidewalk in the cold night.
~
"Is he okay..?"
"I mean, he's acting strange. But otherwise I think he's fine."
"You sure..?"
"Positive."
"Okay."
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a/n: okay, okay, I realize how horrible of a plot this is. Deeply sorry, but WHY IS IT SO HARD TO WRITE NOW!? Stupid brain work already.
anywayys, have fun reading :)