Hearing who was speaking in front of him, without intending to return the greeting Aito poured back the drink. His eyes darted around, seeing the other familiar faces, Chisaki, Amane, and Seshiro. They were originally his high school classmates.
"What are you doing standing there Aito? Aren't we friends let's sit down!" The smallest Chisaki was always a little spoiled by the others, pulling Aito to sit next to him.
It was awkward, the last time so semester 2 in the final year they all avoided him, as if they didn't know him at all. Until graduation no one ever asked him to talk, even though Aito tried to ask what was wrong.
He was ostracized, maybe his own little heart knew the answer. But he was reluctant to admit it. His family collapsed, his father's business went bankrupt when he fell ill, once both parents died in an accident there was nothing left for him.
The small house his mother had bought on a whim for his seventh birthday was all that was left. It was strange that now they welcomed and recognized him as a friend, he had a bad feeling.
The young masters chatted about things without involving him. Aito felt like he was sitting between pins and needles. They told him to join in, but ignored him. He really didn't understand what they meant, if it weren't for their different positions now he would have left here long ago.
"Aito, how are you doing now? You got to work as a waitress. I'm sorry, my parents pressured me to study hard to get into university," Chisaki said holding his hands together. His tone was full of regret, but now he could not move his heart.
Aito looked down, it was too late for him to get this kind of attention. "Yes, it's okay. I understand," he replied softly.
"Let's forget about the past. Aren't we friends again now? Let's have some fun, drink this drink!" Amane enthusiastically replied bringing him a glass of alcohol.
Aito couldn't stand alcohol, it was easy for him to get drunk. He wanted to refuse, but the glass was forced into his hand. Seeing the gazes of the people around him so enthusiastically as if urging him to drink, he hesitated.
"Yes, drink up." Seshiro who had been silent spoke up. His gaze was intimidating, Aito had always been uncomfortable around Seshiro. He couldn't help but gulp down the alcohol.
The strong smell of wine hit his nose while his throat burned until he coughed. Back when his parents were around how could anyone dare to force him to drink.
"Oh, take it easy, Aito. Slow down!" Chisaki looked worried patting his shoulder, but he refilled his glass anyway. His eyebrows furrowed as his mind began to lose focus.
While his eyes were starting to blur, he did not see the ferocious, lustful gaze towards him. Amane seemed to be grinning happily, not much different from Dazen. Even Seshiro who had been looking indifferent glanced at him.
After all, Aito looked beautiful despite being a boy, a beauty that blurred gender. Thanks to his parents' strict protection, he was able to graduate safely despite attending an elite high school known for its lecherous young masters.
During school, he had unwittingly become the target and fantasy of the lecherous students at his school. Only Aito's unenlightened mind never realized that dangerous thing. Now without the support of his family, of course the person who used to target him wanted to do something.
Dazen approached, sitting to Aito's left while Chisaki moved next to Seshiro. Seen leaning on the boy's shoulder, with his face blushing red from drinking a little alcohol. Seshiro's hand rested on his waist.
Chisaki's face blushed even more, while his gaze leaked full of scorn at Aito. Danze touched Aito's waist looking into those unfocused eyes.
While his hands began to roam everywhere, his clothes were tangled in a mess. Aito squirmed uncomfortably, feeling something was wrong. "Danze, w-what are you doing!"
He tried to get rid of the boy's arm, but there was someone else sitting on him right. Amane joined in the fun. Pinching Aito's chin forced him to stare while his head was getting closer.
"What are you doing! Let go!" Aito shouted holding back Amane's mouth that was about to kiss him.
Aito was about to get up, running towards the door before his feet stumbled. He tried to get up, while surrounded by Danze and Amane. Only then did he realize their intentions in coming to him.
"You bastard!!!"
"Oh calm down, Aito. As long as you please us, you don't have to work so hard. We can make your life back to the way it used to be," Amane said with a smirk.
"No!" shouted Aito trying to break away from the two of them.
"Damn it, you're stubborn. Hold him Amane!" Amane swiftly grabbed Aito's wrist, not giving him a chance to open the door, pulling him back into the room.
Aito was pulled to his feet, his legs weak from the alcohol. Still, he screamed and struggled, his eyes falling on Chisaki and Seshiro's gaze. Chisaki who forced him to sit down seemed to be enjoying what was happening, he was being set up.
He was collapsed on the sofa by two people. The buttons of his shirt had already been cut off due to the strong pull. "No! Don't ... don't touch me-" His head was dizzy while his lips were silenced by a rough kiss.
His eyeballs rolled, his hands reflexively clutching anything nearby. Bug! The loud sound of glass hitting Danze's head, the red from blood and wine mixing with the broken glass made things freeze.
He immediately kicked Amane who was holding him. He dashed out of the room. As soon as he opened the door, the manager's face was at the door.
"What are you-"
His boss looked into the chaotic room. Immediately became angry especially seeing Aito's messy clothes. "You bastard! Didn't I tell you to work well! You bitch!"
Aito didn't know what was going on, was there no one to defend him? Even when he was the victim.
His hand was dragged behind the exit door. Even though his body staggered, no one cared.
"Did you hear?!" The shout blew into the delicate face that was looking down, struggling to hide its fear at the sight of its boss's furious face.
Silently nodding like a chick. The back of the restaurant was piled high with empty drink bottles neatly stacked in bins. The rough hands grabbed one of them to hit the person in front of him with the bottle. Aito reflexively dodged, staggering backwards until he fell to the ground.
The broken glass bottle even scratched his cheek and leg. Small scratches sprayed droplets of blood, fortunately his feet were protected by shoes.
"I'm sorry, boss! I won't repeat the same mistake!" With a trembling voice he forced out a plea.
"Useless! Don't you know who you offended? Young master Kirigaya! Don't come to this place again," he cursed, closing the back door of the starred restaurant.
Blam! Just as he was about to speak, the door was closed right in front of his face. His eyes glazed over, this was the last job he could keep, who knew what else he would have to do to live.
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