in this au its just some normal shit; misane really was a normal girl who forgot her shit, etc.
also i blame hikari (creative-echo) for everything
cross-posted from ao3, btw
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It had been approximately two hours since they'd started helping Natsukage pack up his things, and so far, the room was only half-empty. Sakuma had not been kidding when she'd said good luck, you'll need it. Upon entering the room, Haruya had looked like he was going to faint from the mess. Either that, or the fact that he'd tripped on a soggy t-shirt on the floor. "Better watch out, Misane," Nanashi had said, and he was then smacked with the t-shirt itself, causing Haruya to cringe in disgust.
And, much to Nanashi's delight, Misane had started watching out for herself. It had all gone to crap, because Sakuma had barged in, screaming, "NATSUKAGE! WHERE THE FUCK IS MY B-PORK DVD?" The purple-haired girl had literally dropped the comic book she was holding, and promptly tripped on it. After that, Akitaka had been offered an inhaler for laughing too much, and a punch in the shoulder for not helping at all.
Thus, this had resulted in him spiting Natsukage by just standing, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, and still not doing anything at all. He glanced at Haruya, who was struggling to lift a small pile of clothes, and said, very bluntly, "You should really exercise more. Get some more weight on those bones. Or some muscle."
"Oh, yeah?" Natsukage snarked. He was trying to reach a large cardboard box above his cabinet. "If you know so much about muscle, how about you put it to use by, I don't know, helping us out here?"
Akitaka shrugged. "You need help with getting that box, then?" he asked, un-stuffing his hands from his pockets.
Natsukage seemed to freeze for a second before spitting out a quick, "No, go help with something else." He quickly grabbed the box, and in his haste to get down, fell over. The box's contents fell over to the ground. Photographs. Natsukage was embarrassed about a bunch of photographs.
"Orkun, silly, they're just photographs," Miumi said, laughing slightly. She bent down to pick the pictures up, ignoring her friend's hasty don'tdothatohmygod. She took one look at the photo, and squealed. Literally. "Ah! You have a picture of Akky-kun!"
"He has a picture of Akitaka?" Nanashi asked, excited. "Does that mean he has pictures of everybody else?" he glanced down at the pictures, and picked a random one up.
"Don't look at it, holy shit-" Natsukage yelped, but it was too late. Nanashi had flipped the picture over, revealing yet another picture of Akitaka. "DAMN IT!"
Misane eyed the indigo-haired boy suspiciously. "Natsukage, I think you have an obsession," she said, holding one of the photos. As you might have guessed, it was of Akitaka. Haruya, who was holding a pile of pictures, looked mortified enough for the entire room.
Akitaka, meanwhile, only pushed himself off the wall, grinning. "...Eh? You know, that's kind of flattering.." He was cut off by an irate and heavily blushing Natsukage, who was still kneeling on the floor.
"SHUT UP!" he howled. "...And ow, fuck, my foot. FUCK YOU, IT WAS AN ACCIDENT, I DIDN'T KNOW THAT THAT WAS IN THERE! ...Help me up, you asshole."
To everyone's immense surprise, Akitaka actually did help Natsukage up, a smirk on his features. "Let's make more accidents, then," he said, all casual. "Anyway, I'm going to go crash in your living room." He walked out the door, leaving Natsukage to scream after him:
"COME BACK HERE AND HELP ME OUT, YOU IDIOT!"
