drink up babygirl, you're gonna need it

[THIRD POV] 

The three black vehicles arrived in a parking lot. (Y/N) was quite wary of her surroundings, confused on where they were going.

"Can I know what this Sakanoshita is now?"

"You'll see what it is when we get inside."

(Y/N) sighs, she wasn't getting a definite answer now. The only thing she could do is just wait.

Getting outside of the car, and regrouping with the others, they all walked towards the refined glass entrances of the unknown Sakanoshita place. 

Opening the door, Koutarou and Keiji walked in first, with Kei and Kenma following afterwards. Tetsurou was still in the lot, locking the cars, leaving (Y/N) in the back of the group with Sakusa.

Kei leaves the door open for (Y/N) and Sakusa; the latter slightly pushes (Y/N) in, trying to allow her to go in first.

But his hand trails to her skirt, squeezing her ass as he pushes her. The sudden action made (Y/N) squeak, and it made Sakusa smirk under his medical mask.

"What's the problem baby?" he asks, his lips inches from her ear; she could smell hardcore whiskey faintly from his breath, "You are too comfortable in this, you need to loosen up."

She was going to retort, but Sakusa brushed passed her, joining Koutarou in the front. 

(Y/N) stood there, baffled at the man.

'What the hell... was that...?'

'He just...'

"(Y/N)?" Tetsurou put his hand on her shoulder, "Are you okay?"

She jolted at his touch, gasping before realizing it was him.

"Y-Yeah... sorry..."

Tetsurou put his hand on her forehead, feeling her temperature. 

"You're not feeling too warm, are you feeling unwell?"

"I'm fine," she bluntly answered, "Let's just... go..."

Tetsurou hummed in confusion, but he nonetheless agreed. He slung his arm around (Y/N)'s waist, and the two walked in the interior of the Sakanoshita. 

There were bright lights and a smell of cigarettes and alcohol. A sound of machines and vulgar music playing in the background, along with the skimpy outfits worn by women walking around. (Y/N) realized what the Sakanoshita was with all of these observations. 

"Sakanoshita... is a casino..."

「❮ 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮...❯」

"Indeed it is, (Y/N)," Tetsurou was proud that she knew what this place was, "It's a casino that actually has some Karasuno blood running through it."

"What?"

"Karasuno was founded by the Ukai's, and the Ukai's have a branch of companies and stuffs-" he points to the wide sign with the name Sakanoshita on it, "-the casino industry is one of them."

"They run the best line of casinos."

"I see."

(Y/N) was too busy with the fact that Sakusa had groped her earlier; the thought kept clouding her mind up, as if it were a nightmare. 

But she couldn't tell Tetsurou or any of them.

Why?

The last time a man that wasn't the five made a move on (Y/N).

She had to watch another man die.

"Why are we here?" (Y/N) asks him.

Tetsurou's attention was all over the place. He was making sure that no guy would cause them trouble. 

He would kill a man if they made a pass at his (Y/N).

Keeping (Y/N) close, they caught up with the others; they were standing in front of the admission center. 

"Yo!" Koutarou shoots his hand up.

"Hey."

Sakusa noticed (Y/N)'s stiff appearance, and he smirked once more under his mask. 

"We have our bands," Keiji gives two gold-colored wrist bands to Tetsurou, "We're only going to be here for a little while."

"Okay," Tetsurou nodded; he then put his band on and took (Y/N)'s wrist, placing a band on her's, "(Y/N), don't take this off, okay?"

"What is this for?" (Y/N) felt the soft rubbery feeling around her wrist, but she was confused for its purpose. 

"A lot of things; it will give you free drinks, free food, free plays on the machines," he fastened it around (Y/N)'s wrist to make it where it wouldn't slip off easily, "It also tells the bouncers and people that you are with us."

"Oh." (Y/N) simply said, glancing at the band.

"Yep," Tetsurou says, "But (Y/N)."

The men all looked at (Y/N), giving her a warning look.

"Do not overdrink," Keiji orders her, "I swear, if you drink more than you can handle, you will be punished."

She gulped, taking their warning into consideration.

(Y/N) was indeed a lightweight. Two drinks were at most of what she can handle. 

"I-I won't..." the word punishment kept replaying in her head.

"Good girl."

All seven of them entered the casino; (Y/N) was hit with the aroma of fast food, alcohol, and the sound of machines blaring. 

The Sakanoshita casino was popular, even during the day. It's one of the only casinos that allows gameplay during the daylight.

Sakusa, Koutarou, and Kenma were all heavy gamblers. They were pros, and for Sakusa and Kenma, it was all about strategy. 

But for Koutarou, it was plain dumb luck.

(Y/N) stayed close to Tetsurou, as she did not want to get lost. Getting lost in a place like this would mean that she could get easily taken advantage of. 

"Babe, hold onto my arm," Tetsurou tells her, "Even with it being noon-ish, the casino is still heavily populated. I wouldn't want you to get lost somewhere."

'That makes two of us...'

She nodded, agreeing with him, and she proceeded to hold onto Tetsurou.

The seven continued to walk towards one of the large bars; Keiji ordered them all one shot of this brown-ish liquid. 

The shot glass sat in front of (Y/N), it looked thin and it smelled very strong.

"Go ahead and drink it," Kei smirked, "It is not that bad, it will not get you even close to tipsy."

"What even is in this glass..." she poked it, seeing the liquid easily jiggle.

"Just drink it." Kei tells her.

It had been one of the first times the five wealthy men actually wanted (Y/N) to do something even remotely risky. Whether it came to drinking alcohol or going to a club, it always had a negative response. 

But this time, they wanted (Y/N) to try this new drink out, and it was very contrasting to the usual where she wouldn't even be allowed to drink vodka.

She trusted the men, knowing that the men wouldn't get her drunk intentionally. The men all finished their shots in a split second, and they were watching (Y/N) take her's.

Taking the shot glass into her grasp, she holds the bottom of it and takes it all in, gulping down the brown liquid. She barely tasted it, but it did taste sweet. Placing the glass back down carefully, she licks her lips, tasting the delicacy.

"And so?" Koutarou smiles, "How was it?"

"It's... It's like butterscotch."

"I mean it looks like butterscotch..." Kenma stated the obvious.

"What is it exactly?"

"Don't worry about it."

(Y/N) froze. "Can I at least know what was in it?"

"Mild alcohol."

"Like a pinch."

"Oh," (Y/N) said, "Okay then."

'Well, it's most probable that it's something like scotch... but either way... they wouldn't give me something that'll harm me.'

The men proceeded to lead (Y/N) to a private room; it was closed off to the public, but there were more reserved looking men. 

"This is the more professional place," Kenma tells her, "There are a little more... reasonable people here."

The golden part of the casino was for those with higher names or positions in jobs. Unlike the common part of the casino, the golden part is where there are private rooms and billiards. 

They went inside one of the private rooms, where there was a large round couch in the middle and a few ice-buckets filled with alcoholic drinks. There were ash trays and various other things that made the room more for adults.

First, they all took their jackets off, leaving them in their suits, and leaving (Y/N) in her outfit. The room was comfortably warm, and it wasn't at all cold. 

All of the men took one glass bottle each, uncapping it before taking a swig. (Y/N) sat down in awkwardness, not wanting to drink any of the bottles that reeked.

She wasn't allowed to anyway...

Fiddling with her fingers, she decides to work up the courage and ask them if she could go enjoy herself out there. 

She tugs Keiji's coat jacket; he reacts quickly, nodding at her.

"Can I go and play some games?"

Keiji wanted to drink more, but he didn't want his (Y/N) to leave alone. 

"I will have Koutarou go with you."

"A-Actually..." she says, scratching her cheek a bit, "I would like to enjoy it... by myself."

The sudden request made Keiji almost choke on his drink, so as the others. Sakusa looked more amused, but it was hidden with his intimidation.

"You are being bold for once," Keiji commented, "But you know that you can't go out there by yourself."

"I know how to take care of myself," (Y/N) stated, "Mind you, I've been alone for five years, working in a lewd cafe and living in one of the most dangerous cities."

They couldn't beat that, to be honest, but that didn't stop them from their desires of keeping (Y/N) in the room.

Keiji glances at the other men, who practically shrug. He sighs, rubbing his temples.

"You have one hour-"

"Oh-"

"-but you must remember, (Y/N)." Keiji gives (Y/N) a dark glare.

"You do not overdrink."

"You do not look at other men."

"You do not go with anyone, you do not leave this premises."

"You are ours, and ours only." 

"And if you disobey any of these," Keiji says cynically, "You will be severely punished."

(Y/N) bit her lip, nodding slowly. Keiji was never harsh or this stern with (Y/N), so this intimidated her. 

"Your hour starts at 13:00 and ends at 14:00," Kenma says, "If you are any later than 14:00, you will regret it."

She nods silently. She glances at Keiji's watch, seeing that it was 12:58. She stood up, brushing the non-existent dust off of her skirt, looking at the door.

12:59.

One more minute until she is granted the freedom she has not been given in months.

She was nervous with the people she might encounter. She was scared of being late and getting punished. There were so many thoughts running through her mind, but the question stayed singled out.

Was this the right choice she was making? 

Was this decision going to change the outcome of her life?

(Y/N)'s ultimate goal has always been to escape the five wealthy men, to never be controlled by a man with money ever again.

Just like her mother.

Just like how she was years back.

But things have changed.

(Y/N) liked the men very much, they cared for her and protected her in ways Daishou and her father didn't.

So was it wrong of her to be using this opportunity to escape?

She had to swallow the weight of this outcome; her hands slowly gripped the door knob, turning it.

But she felt a hard smack against her ass.

She squeaked, letting go of the door before looking over her shoulder.

There, sitting on the round couch was none other than the wealthy men. 

Koutarou was the one who smacked (Y/N)'s ass, he looked mad at her.

Keiji sat with his fingers folded and a bored expression plastered on his face. But anyone in that room knew that he was more than pissed.

Kei had his head lifted, his gaze fixated on (Y/N)'s. 

Tetsurou was smirking, but it was not one of his usual smirks; it was a smirk that defined his sinister side.

And Kenma, the silent Kenma, his catlike eyes glared at (Y/N).

"Do not forget, (Y/N)."

"You belong to us."

13:00.

「❮ 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮...❯」

And then she was lost. 

(Y/N) found herself wandering around instead of using her time to play. She was automatically stunned by the amount of bright-lit machines and blaring music when she stepped out of the room. 

To be honest, she was too scared to escape. 

So she didn't.

'After all that thought put into it...'

(Y/N) really found no reason to escape. 

Why?

Because she wasn't as lucky as when she escaped from Daishou. 

The men were smarter, more aware of (Y/N)'s decisions. They are at least one hundred steps ahead of her. 

With Daishou, he was stuck on the idea of marrying (Y/N), so much so as it clouded his mind and eliminated the choice of her leaving him.

But with the five wealthy men...

Kenma had eyes everywhere; he was so perceptive, and his memory was more than impressive. 

Koutarou had the strength. Out of all of them, he's the strongest, physically. He could split (Y/N) in half if anything.

Kei had the brains; he knew how to weigh things out, and she was honestly surprised that Kei didn't want to gamble really. Maybe he had different interests. 

Tetsurou was intimidating in general. He could look like he was joking, but he could kill anyone if he wanted to. 

And Keiji, dear Keiji. 

The man had this glare, a glare that was so emotionless, but if (Y/N) could look hard enough, she could see the malevolence in his gunmetal blue orbs. 

'Who knows...'

'Maybe they have cameras on me...'

She shook her head and decided to stop wondering like a lost child and instead to just enjoy herself. That's why she left, right?

She found herself in front of a simple three-cup game. It was common, and it didn't cost much so she didn't see why she shouldn't try it.

The band she was wearing gave her unlimited tries, all she had to do was scan it. Proceeding with one play, she plays the game for her own entertainment, failing miserably as her eyes got too tired of the fast motions. 

She then found herself in front of a slot machine; it was a regular 7-7-7 jackpot one, and she pulled the lever once, gaining nothing but odd symbols. 

Now (Y/N) was bored.

She sighed as she wandered once more, looking around to find something interesting to do. The most she found was a kids styled game, but it looked so bright, it hurt her eyes.

(Y/N) didn't have any idea of what to do or what not to do. Sighing again, she approaches the bar, glancing at the bartender who came into her need right away.

"How may I help the missus?" he asks; the man had a thick mustache and must have been at least forty, he was cleaning a glass with a handkerchief, 

"Um..."

'Don't overdrink.'

"Do you have this um... one drink... it's like a butterscotch... taste type?"

The bartender nodded. "Ah, the famous Tsukishima beverage."

She nodded, as that was Kei's last name. Though she was surprised that it was owned by him. 

"Unfortunately, that is for premium members only."

"A premium member?"

"The premium members are the people who basically own this place. Or have some sort of relations to them," he explains, "No woman has relations with the owners."

"I'm... with Tsukishima Kei," she boldly said, the bartender raised his brow, "We came here together."

"Every woman who has been with Mr. Tsukishima has said that, and I am sorry, but I do not serve any mistress of his unless he says so."

'Any... mistress?'

"I'm not his mistress," (Y/N) said, offended, "I live with him."

"I bet you do."

"If that is all you want, then you should go and enjoy yourself," the bartender says to her, walking away, "I cannot serve the drink to a mere woman of the five superior men."

(Y/N) rolled her eyes at him, leaving the bar area. She was upset, upset that he had mistaken her as a mistress of Kei.

But then something hit her.

'Is... is that how people see me...?'

She stopped in her tracks, biting her lip.

'It's true... that I live with five men...'

'And that I have... slept with all five of them...'

'But... I am still (Y/N)...'

'I am (Y/N)...'

She felt herself downing, her insecurity rising. She hugged herself, and just decided to make her way back to the private room.

'I shouldn't care...'

'I really shouldn't...'

'I should just go back to them-'

"Mr. Sakusa has won again!"

Her head raised at the familiar name; she saw the black haired man sitting with men all around him. 

(Y/N) moved closer, trying to see what was going on.

Her eyes met with the green table, with scattered poker chips and cards sprawled around. Sakusa looked unimpressed, but when he saw (Y/N), he smirked.

Her gaze met Sakusa's strong one; the two locked eyes before he motioned her to come to him. 

She followed, obeying him as she was scared of what he might do if she didn't.

The men moved out of the way for (Y/N), and when she was met with Sakusa, she was immediately pulled onto his lap.

Now (Y/N) was sitting on the thigh of Sakusa Kiyoomi.

"Y-You can't do that-"

"Why not?"

"B-Because they might see-"

"Trust me," Sakusa said, "They won't."

Here's the problem with Sakusa: (Y/N) doesn't know him. 

She doesn't know if she should stop him from what he is doing.

Or if she should just let him risk it all.

'It is his decision... to get killed... if he is choosing to do this...'

(Y/N) felt his hand grip around her waist, securing her in place.

'I am physically incapable of stopping him...'

Sakusa began talked with the dealer, telling him to raise the stakes. The dealer only complied, as he was in no position to refuse.

'So it won't be my fault if he dies...'

Sakusa seemed to be playing against another wealthy man; (Y/N) had realized that in her previous standing, she was beside the man Sakusa was betting against.

"I have to say," the man had to be in his twenties; he had a lit cigarette between his lips, and his suit was similar to Sakusa's, "The woman in your lap is quite a beauty."

"Only the best for me."

His grin widened.

"How about we make a gamble?"

Sakusa hummed, indicating that he was listening.

"If I win this next game, I can get your woman."

(Y/N)'s heart dropped.

"And if you win the next game, you can have all the money that is on me."

Before (Y/N) could say anything, Sakusa answered the man.

"Deal."

「❮ 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮...❯」

(Y/N) was in shock.

Utter shock.

She had just been put inside of a gamble.

In a game she wasn't even playing.

"S-Sakusa!" he hummed innocently, "Y-You can't just wager me like that!"

"Who said?"

"Me!"

"You are just a mere broad," he was amused, "You cannot tell me what to