Again and again, the man across from him tipped back his glass and downed another swallow of alcohol, exhaling long and heavy as though trying to drain every ounce of exhaustion from his body. Yuki wasn't entirely sure what weighed on his friend, but watching Suga like this, slouched, sighing, almost too worn out, was amusing enough to make him chuckle.
Suga lowered his head, eyes fixed on his phone, before letting out yet another dramatic sigh.
"Dude, are you trying to fill the whole room with your breath or something?"
The moment Yuki's voice cut into his ears, Suga's mood darkened further. He shot a sharp glare across the table, forcing Yuki to clamp his lips shut.
"I can't believe it… that bastard Derek—"
The words came out in a low growl, quiet but packed with bitterness. Yuki could only give him a look of pity.
