Kaito had discovered that, since becoming one of the most popular guys on campus and being invited to absolutely every single party, waking up in the morning with a dry mouth and a pounding headache was nothing unusual, and in fact it probably meant that the moment he stepped out into the hallway, he would be greeted with cheers and waves of congratulations for whatever incredible feat he had achieved last night that he couldn't recall.
But waking up in someone else's bed was something new.
"... Shit--" He sat upright, threw the covers off and was very relieved to find that he was still wearing boxers, but he had a suspicion that whatever had happened last night was less than innocent. Who the heck lives in this dorm, anyway?
Probably a girl, if the flowers everywhere and the heavenly scents were any indication. That was something of a comfort - but had he really gone for a girly sort of girl? Maybe it was Mikuru Asahina's room, or just some pretty blonde... in which case he knew exactly how to handle this situation without anyone getting their feelings crushed to pieces. That was good.
The phone rang on the bedside table, and he jumped. Should I answer it?
Normally, he would have been all for a good prank, but he still had no idea where he was, and if he answered it, it could put him in a whole lot of trouble... And ruining a stranger's relationship wasn't really something he wanted to do, so he ignored the phone and let it ring.
As in, the overprotective older brother of Minatsuki Takami.
Minatsuki Takami, as in the hot tomboy with a mouth that made a sailor blush and who was renowned for beating the shit out of every boy that so much as made a move on her; hell, she'd broken some poor guy's wrist when he tried to cop a feel at a party. And, okay, maybe he kind of liked her from the arguments they'd had in Criminal Psychology, but that didn't change the fact that she was downright terrifying.
Holy shit. I am so dead right now.
"That stupid brother of mine..."
Kaito slipped off the edge of the bed and tumbled to the floor. Standing by the kitchenette with a hair towel in her hands and dressed in little more than a bathrobe, Minatsuki raised an eyebrow at him.
"M-Minatsuki!" Kaito pulled himself back up and laughed nervously. "Uh, I was just leaving, so there's no need to kill me, and I don't really remember anything from last night so I'm not going to tell anyone anything, I promise, and I'll just show myself out--"
"Yeah, we fucked," she called, looking through the fridge for something.
Kaito choked. "What?!"
"What, are you deaf and dumb?" she drawled, walking over to the bed with one hand on her hip and the other holding a juicebox. The towel was left on the floor. "We fucked. That's what you were wondering, right? If we did it? Yeah, well, we did."
FOUR. [university] [1/2 w-what]
But waking up in someone else's bed was something new.
"... Shit--" He sat upright, threw the covers off and was very relieved to find that he was still wearing boxers, but he had a suspicion that whatever had happened last night was less than innocent. Who the heck lives in this dorm, anyway?
Probably a girl, if the flowers everywhere and the heavenly scents were any indication. That was something of a comfort - but had he really gone for a girly sort of girl? Maybe it was Mikuru Asahina's room, or just some pretty blonde... in which case he knew exactly how to handle this situation without anyone getting their feelings crushed to pieces. That was good.
The phone rang on the bedside table, and he jumped. Should I answer it?
Normally, he would have been all for a good prank, but he still had no idea where he was, and if he answered it, it could put him in a whole lot of trouble... And ruining a stranger's relationship wasn't really something he wanted to do, so he ignored the phone and let it ring.
After a minute, it went to the answering machine.
"Hey, it's Yoh. Are you alright? I thought you didn't like sleeping in in the mornings. I was wondering if you wanted to go to the café today - we could stop by the flower shop..."
Kaito was frozen in place. Hey, it's Yoh.
As in, Yoh Takami.
As in, the overprotective older brother of Minatsuki Takami.
Minatsuki Takami, as in the hot tomboy with a mouth that made a sailor blush and who was renowned for beating the shit out of every boy that so much as made a move on her; hell, she'd broken some poor guy's wrist when he tried to cop a feel at a party. And, okay, maybe he kind of liked her from the arguments they'd had in Criminal Psychology, but that didn't change the fact that she was downright terrifying.
Holy shit. I am so dead right now.
"That stupid brother of mine..."
Kaito slipped off the edge of the bed and tumbled to the floor. Standing by the kitchenette with a hair towel in her hands and dressed in little more than a bathrobe, Minatsuki raised an eyebrow at him.
"M-Minatsuki!" Kaito pulled himself back up and laughed nervously. "Uh, I was just leaving, so there's no need to kill me, and I don't really remember anything from last night so I'm not going to tell anyone anything, I promise, and I'll just show myself out--"
"Yeah, we fucked," she called, looking through the fridge for something.
Kaito choked. "What?!"
"What, are you deaf and dumb?" she drawled, walking over to the bed with one hand on her hip and the other holding a juicebox. The towel was left on the floor. "We fucked. That's what you were wondering, right? If we did it? Yeah, well, we did."