«5-The night that changed everything»

                                    

                                          
This chapter switches perspectives quickly so for reference Byakuya is normal text and Makoto is italics.
                          
I put down the phone, my heart quickening. Why isn't he picking up? I try to stay calm, but there's a rising panic In my lungs. He's never done this before... is his phone dead? Or...
I start pacing around the room, wringing my hands. I can't just sit here! 
I go to the door- locked. Because of reparations, hopes peak is closed off for the week. Classes are open, but dorms aren't. 
So I'm at home.
"How am I going to get out." I whisper to myself. Think, think, think!
Wait. I rush over to the window, prizing it open. 
Maybe I can escape.
                          
"Makoto, I want you to tell me everything." Junko smiles, her head zooming into view. 
"Everything? About what?" I giggle. 
"Your life. Your friends. Byakuya."
I rack my brains, trying to remember who Bya...Byak... what's his name again? Oh, yeah. 
"He's my boyfriend." I laugh. Junko presses down on me, tracing her lips down my neck. 
"Oh yeah? Mr Togami's gay?" 
"Oh yeah." I moan. "Yeah, he is." 
"And are you?"
                          
The street is dark, the frigid air teasing the trees. It's oddly silent, lonely, like I'm the only person in the world. I speed up, the feeling of fear growing and threatening to swallow we whole.
                          
"No. Come back-" Junko straightens up. 
"Makoto, what else can you tell me?"
"Ugh." I scratch my head. Something is telling me to stop, but the alcohol has numbed everything- I just want to lay down with Junko.
"We always meet under the willow tree. In the, the, place. And we just had an argument." Oh. Oh. I remember. No, I don't want to. Please, let me forget. 

                          
There it is. The boom of music and smell of sweat and alcohol. I hold my nose, stepping into the party. 
"Byakuya! Hey!!" Waves Mukuro. She dances over. She smells of vodka.
"Leave me. I'm looking for Makoto."
"Why? Is he OK?" 
"Um." I fish for an excuse. "His dad wants him."
"Ok. I'm looking for Junko... well, I was." She mumbles. "I'll help!" 
                          
Ten minutes later, I lay breathless, my hear pounding. I zip up my hoodie again, panting. 
"That was fun." Laughs Junko. She wipes her forehead, putting her phone away.
"Y-yeah," I groan. I check my phone- 18 missed calls from Komaru, 20 from my dad's phone and 6 from Byakuya. Shit. 
                          
"Makoto? Makoto!" I call out upstairs. 
"Maakoootoo!" Slurs Mukuro, giggling. "MMAAAKKKOOOOTTOO-"
"Oh hey guys!" 
"Makoto!" Squeals Mukuro, rushing forwards. I stay back, my fists clenched. 
"You're drunk." I mutter. 
"Yeah yeah yeah." Chuckles Makoto. And then He lurches forwards, and vomits all over me and Mukuro.
                          
Five minutes later, we're hauling Makoto out of the door. 
"Drunk people are sticky." Snorts Mukuro. "And they stink. And-"
"Mukuro." I try to change the subject. "Where's your sister?" 
Mukuro rolls her eyes, heaving makoto over the pavement. 
"No clue. I only came out to help Makoto. Is he single?" She asks abruptly.
"Um." How am I going to explain this? "He- he's not... into girls." I lie. Makoto and I have discussed this, of course, and he's  decided he is pansexual. Not that Mukuro needs to know this.
"Oh. Well, I still think Sayaka's single." Mukuro muses. "Maybe I'll ask her out."
                          
The path seems to stretch out for miles. After centuries, we reach Makoto's home. I realise I've never met his parents- this will not be a good first impression.
Makoto's dad wrenches open the door within seconds. 
"Makoto!" He pulls his son into the house. "Get in the house!" He yells. He turns to us. "Were you at the party? What happened?" He asks at a million miles an hour. 
"I wasn't- I arrived late." I tell him. Mukuro nods absentmindedly. "We helped take him home." I explain.
"Uh, thanks." He takes in our vomit stained clothes and tired expressions. "Would you like to stay the night?"