A/N: Yo. I wasn't going to extend this but a couple of months ago I was given a paragraph for the 'leave the first sentence of a fic in my askbox and i will write the next five' meme on tumblr, and the prompt was really cohesive with this AU so TLDR: end product is a threeshot story. Enjoy!

Original prompt for the meme was from everbad: There have been many places Lavi's woken up in throughout his college years—and everyone he knows can attest to this, because they've either heard the stories twice or been there, too—but awaking half on top of Kanda on what seems to be /Kanda's bed/ is a first.


There have been many places Lavi's woken up in throughout his college years—and everyone he knows can attest to this, because they've either heard the stories twice or been there, too—but awaking half on top of Kanda on what seems to be Kanda's bed is a first.

He's sure he has accidentally fallen asleep in Kanda's bed before, but somehow he's never waken in Kanda's bed—his roommate probably chucks him to the floor or to his bed at some point while he's in snoozeland, so actually waking in this situation is unusual. What is more strange is that the roommate in question is below him, actually having body contact—Kanda, who snaps at him when he throws his friend shoulder hugs, kicks him when he playfully tries to mess with the other's hair, elbows him when he aims for encouraging shoulder pats, this Kanda, has an arm wrapped tight around his waist.

Lavi cranes his neck up as carefully as possible to see the milky smooth skin of Kanda's neck where he's dangerously breathing too close to, and suddenly realises that his hands are up behind Kanda's back, way up to the other's shoulder blades. Throwing a peek down he sees how Kanda's shirt scrunches up to reveal a toned abdomen that rises and falls in even breaths while the other's sleeps on.

Okay. They're touching a lot more than Lavi has ever teasingly tried to molest his roommate. He swallows, breath starting to tighten as throws his glance around, trying to rack his memory on why they're cuddling like lovers on a Saturday morning. Maybe he had fallen asleep on Kanda's bed again for whatever reason, but Kanda should have pushed him off or something. There's no probable reason why he's in this incriminating position, but more importantly, Lavi seizes up and panics with his first dominating thought: Kanda's going to kill him.

As much as Lavi joking teases the other with more than comfortable touching, this is something that probably crosses the line because it feels personal, a lot more personal, and…intimate. And almost sexual, with the smooth expanse of Kanda's skin so close to his mouth is just begging to be—no, fuck, no, Kanda is his best bud, his irritable best bud who was going to end his life if the other wakes up with him on top. It's not even going to be a punch to the jaw or a kick to stomach; Kanda is absolutely going to rip him into shreds.

Fuckkkkkkk.

As discreetly as possible Lavi tries to wiggle his hands out from underneath Kanda, but the other is sleeping on them which makes it impossible to move them without alerting the other in some way. Still, he tries, inching them out as slowly as possible, but Kanda is heavy and he accidentally huffs out a breath frustratedly directly against Kanda's neck.

A low groan sounds above him and he freezes immediately, snapping his eye tight shut. Fuck, fuck, fuck—he winces, trying to force his body to go limp as though he's still sleeping. It's hard to relax back against the warm body knowing that the warm body is going to decapitate him very soon. A few tense seconds tick by as Lavi waits either for his doom or for Kanda to fall back asleep—it's a fifty-fifty, Lavi is praying on all his luck here, and it seems like he has some favour today when there is silence for the next minute.

Or not; Lavi swallows the shocked whimper bubbling from his throat when the body below shifts underneath him. Play dead, play dead, he chants mentally to himself as Kanda makes some low noise again and turns over, such that he's tilted very gently to his side. He hears a very soft curse that comes from his roommate followed by a controlled sigh. He can't see what Kanda is doing but from the presses on the bed he's guessing that Kanda is extracting himself from their cuddling with as little noise as possible.

Okay, good, if Kanda isn't going to wake him violently to yell at him then maybe he can feign ignorance when he makes a groggy stir up later. But it's not over yet, because Lavi isn't aware of how entangled they are until this point. Kanda shifts his arm and it brushes over the bare skin of his back, causing him to involuntarily shiver. He hopes to high heaven that Kanda doesn't notice, but that mental begging is abruptly cut short when Kanda tries to move his legs out from his and ends up rubbing something hard against his thigh.

Another curse echoes close to him and almost immediately the body warmth is gone. Lavi focuses on trying to breathe slow in contrast to the panic that's bubbling up again—that was definitely something he never expected, fuck, okay, he can ignore that his likely asexual roommate gets hard in the morning with him in bed, oh god, how the fuck was he going to forget he never felt that—

And suddenly a finger touches him on his cheek, causing his thoughts to derail into a blank. He absolutely refuses to open his eye because he's definitely going to die if he does, but he's painfully curious as to what Kanda is doing because he doesn't know what the fuck Kanda is doing touching him on the cheek. What the hell? Why is Kanda touching him when his roommate hates being touched on a usual basis? Is this a test?

The touch trails down to his jawline and Lavi's heartbeat is going way off erratic—fuck, he can hear it like a thunderstorm, but hopefully, hopefully Kanda still think he's asleep, oh please, please, please—

Then he feels something warm pressing against his mouth, and that's when his eye shoots wide open.

For the next three seconds Lavi doesn't register anything. And then he sees his roommate's eyes closed shut, the long eyelashes curled beautifully. The next thing that jolts him is the soft wet touch against his tongue—his lips must have parted with the shock, and now there's another tongue coyly brushing against it, causing a sudden rush of heat to burn his face. He squeaks in an involuntary reflex, and the mouth against him freezes immediately.

Lavi isn't sure if he's hyperventilating or not as he watches Kanda jerk back with the other's own obsidian eyes wide open. For the next twenty seconds no one says a word—Lavi hasn't seen Kanda with that kind of expression before, a mixture of shock and embarrassment and fear. Kanda slaps a hand over his mouth as a dark pink colours his pale complexion, Lavi has never seen anything like this, and backs away with a sudden movement, breaking the still tension, scrambling and accidentally tripping over the edge of the bed in the process.

Lavi would say something, should say something, but there are no coherent words that form and before he knows it, their door is slammed shut, leaving him alone half pushed up on Kanda's bed.

…What the hell just happened?


It's a Monday, which is why Lenalee is prepped up and ready to leave for 10 am class in less than an hour. She has a habit of sipping some hot chocolate milk in the slow morning whilst ensuring that she has her wallet, school ID card and laptop in her backpack. Monday blues, she sighs, but well, she does enjoy her psychology course so far—plus statistical math has always been easy for her, and it's nearing the end of the semester anyway, closing on to exam term. She takes another mouthful of milk. Fifteen more minutes, her watch says.

An abrupt hurried knocking comes from behind her door, and she frowns. The cleaners are scheduled on Thursdays, and there isn't anyone she had plans with in the morning. But the knocking doesn't stop and she hopes that this isn't another one of those lame hall pranks—opening it, however, makes her eyebrows raise in surprise.

"Kanda," she greets, blinking at his long hair spilling over his shoulders and his decidedly informal sleepwear. "What's up?"

Her friend—childhood friend, who incidentally stays in the same hall as she does (there is really only one university in their area, there wasn't much thought about it)—barges in without a word. She used to this kind of behaviour from Kanda, but the way that the other starts pacing around in her room isn't usual. In fact, Kanda is rather fidgety; his eyes can't seem to focus on anything in particular in her room, and his fingers twitch near his thighs as he walks around.

The other particular anomaly she notices is that his complexion is rather flushed, especially at the tips of his ears. If she had to place a description on the man, she would say he was freaking out, but she hadn't seen Kanda being this flustered ever before. It's weird. She shuts her door gently.

"Kanda?" she tries, touching his elbow. "Sit down."

While he does go along with her gesture, instead of sitting on the bed like she was guiding him to, he sits on the floor and curls up with his knees raised against the foot of her bed.

"Kanda, what's wrong?" she asks, alarmed.

Kanda presses his face onto his knees, and she can't see his facial expression when he shakes his head, refusing to speak. This is fifty shades of troubling, because she has never faced this Kanda before. She presses her lips together worriedly, touching him on the shoulder gently.

"It's okay, alright? Whatever it is, it's okay," she says slowly, kneeling down beside him.

But she doesn't get more words through, because another round of hurried knocking comes from her door again.

"Lenalee?" This time, Lavi's voice echoes. "Lenalee, are you in?"

Before she even opens her mouth to answer, Kanda grabs her arm roughly. "Don't," he spits out quickly. "Don't let him in."

"Lenalee!"

Lenalee stares at the blind panic on his face and covers his hand with her own palm. "…Okay," she nods. "I won't let him in, promise."

It takes a few more seconds before his grip goes slack enough for her to stand up, and she gives him one last glance before opening her door and slipping outside, closing the door behind her quietly. The redhead outside is frantic—also still in his sleepwear and hair mussed—and stops pacing little steps in agitation when he sees her emerge.

"Lenalee," he greets, though his gaze flickers behind her. "Have you seen Yuu? He's inside, isn't he?"

She doesn't answer his question directly, but both of them know it anyway. Instead, she crosses her arms and squints at the taller teen.

"What's going on?"

Lavi fidgets at her stern tone. "I really need to talk to Yuu. Please, just—I need to—"

"What did you do, Lavi," she presses, and he winces at the dark tinge.

"I didn't do anything!" he bursts out defensively. "I swear, I—"

"Lavi," Lenalee levels with him calmly, with her voice kept low. "Kanda is really upset. What did you do?"

"I said didn't do anything!" he hisses back, waving his hands in the air. He starts to pace again, wringing his fingers together, glancing along the corridor. "Fuck, what the fuck—"

Lenalee blinks, grabbing the edge of his shirt before he paces too far away in frustration. "Lavi, tell me," she begins softly. "What's going on?"

The redhead gives her a look that is nearly identical to the wide eyed panic she had just seen on Kanda.

"Yuu kissed me," he says, and then the blabbering begins. "Yuu kissed me. He fucking kissed me, Lenalee, on the mouth! I was sleeping! In his bed! He kissed me while I was sleeping in his bed and when I woke he ran out of the door! What the fuck? What the fuck is going on?" he whines, squatting down. "Lenalee, Yuu kissed me—"

Lenalee hushes him loudly before the whining escalates, squatting down to be at eye level with him. "Dude, calm down—"

"I am calm!" Lavi retorts. "I am so fucking calm because Yuu kissed me in my goddamn sleep! Why the fuck would he do that? He wants to kill me on a daily basis, why—"

"Yeah, no, you're not calm," Lenalee sighs, patting his head. "Lavi. Take a deep breath," she advises. "In. Out. Good. Again. In…and out."

Though the redhead is quiet in the aftermath, the fidgeting doesn't stop.

"Look," she pauses. "I don't know why Kanda…did what he did, but let me talk to him, okay?" she says gently. "Go to class."

"Don't have any today," he mumbles out.

"Well then, go sit in your room."

"But—"

"Give me some time with him, all right?"

Lavi sucks in a deep breath. "…Okay." It takes a while before he stands up, gaze still glancing every so often to her door. "Call me if…if…"

"Will do," she nods encouragingly, and waits for him to fully disappear down the corridor.

When the redhead is gone, she faces her own door and refuses the urge to shake her head in despair. Kanda is still in the same position that she left him in. She isn't sure how much he heard from across the door, but she knows that he knows that she knows.

"So," she starts, sitting cross legged in front of him "You…kissed….Lavi? In his sleep?"

Kanda refuses to look her, but she does see how red the tips of his ears are.

"How long has this been going on?" she prods.

Kanda mumbles something too soft for her to pick up.

"I can't hear you. How long?"

"…Two months."

Lenalee watches him carefully. "How many times?" Kanda shakes his head in response, and her heart sinks. "Kanda, why?"

"Why the fuck do you think," he mutters bitterly. "Fuck."


Kanda exits Lenalee's room past midnight on the same day—if she hadn't firmly kicked him out, he would've stayed the night on the floor, just, anything to not see Lavi again. What the fuck was he thinking, playing that stupid temptation game for the past few months? He lost, and he lost badly—he never should've done it. Now he can't even bring himself to enter his room—their room, pacing outside for the past minutes with fervent prayer that Lavi was either not in or asleep.

It is exactly the opposite of what Lenalee had been trying to convince him for the past hours, but there's just no fucking way he can talk to the redhead. What is he going to say, that he's in love with the fucking idiot, with real feelings? That sounds terrible. It sounds like a goddamn joke even to his ears, Lavi would never buy it. Best case scenario, Lavi would laugh at him in the face.

Finally when he does turn the knob (because he's really tired, he does need to sleep), Lavi is, surprise, asleep in his own bed. Their room is also weirdly distinctively a lot neater than he remembers, especially the redhead's side, except for the Asuna body pillow that has fallen to the floor between their beds. Kanda pads in, careful to keep it quiet and with extreme denial, he makes for his own bed and pulls the covers over his head.


It drives Lavi crazy when he knows that Kanda is avoiding him. Actively avoiding him, because Kanda is like a goddamn ninja when the other doesn't want to be found. It's ridiculous, because he knows Kanda well enough to find those secret hiding places, but somehow Kanda always gets wind that he's coming closer and evacuates before he actually gets there. He never wakes early enough to catch Kanda when the other is leaves in the morning—Kanda is the one who wakes (dumps cold water) him up most of the time, which the other has stopped doing ever since that day. He waits at night for Kanda to come back, but the first few times he falls asleep at the desk, and other times Kanda sees him and immediately slams the door back shut.

It's been a week and Lavi thinks he hasn't even seen his roommate's face for more than two seconds—which is fucking ridiculous, they live in the same damn room. This time at night, he waits in ambush behind the door, so when Kanda finally turns the knob, he's ready to pounce.

"Yuu—"

Predictably the door goes flying back to his face, but Lavi catches it and lunges after the body desperate to get away. On another time he'd probably laugh his ass off at this, but today he grabs Kanda's shirt so tight that he trips over his own feet and crashes into Kanda's back face first. The momentum and weight causes both of them to fall ungracefully in a mess.

"Ow, what the fuck," Kanda curses, groaning at the nail scratches on his torso from how viciously Lavi is gripping his shirt.

"Yuu, listen," Lavi scrambles upwards quickly, sitting himself on Kanda's stomach. "Don't try to run, you asshole."

"Get the fuck off me, you're fucking heavy!"

"Good," Lavi crows, jabbing a finger to the other's chest. "We need to talk, Yuu."

Kanda swallows, avoiding the redhead's meaningful gaze. "About what?"

"You know what. I'm not stupid—"

"Debatable."

"Hey—" Lavi huffs, frustrated. "Yuu, come on. What's going on with you?" he asks softly, concerned.

"Nothing."

"Why are you avoiding me?"

"I'm not," Kanda grinds out, pushing Lavi as far as he can as the other tries to lean in to crowd his personal space. "Idiot, get the fuck off me!"

Lavi frowns. "Was that supposed to be a joke?" he asks rhetorically. "You can't even look at me in the eye, you ran away whenever I was in the damn room and I haven't spoken to you in a week—what the hell, Yuu? You're my best friend, I'm worried about you. What's going on with you?" he repeats.

Kanda clenches his jaw so tight it aches. "It's nothing, you stupid rabbit!"

"Is this about the kiss?" Lavi raises an eyebrow, and immediately Kanda freezes. "So it is about the kiss."

"It's not about the damn—"

"I don't care about it, okay?" Lavi bursts over him loudly, lips pursed. "Forget about it! It's just stupid kiss, it didn't mean anything! You don't have to avoid me like I'm the plague because of that. Its fine, it never happened, okay? Is that cool? Are we cool now?"

Kanda stares at him in silence, swallowing minutely.

"Yuu, are we cool?"

Kanda pauses, but nods once. "…Get off me. Now."

Lavi snorts as he gets up, grabbing the other's arm to help him up, but he doesn't miss the flinch away as Kanda brushes himself off when they're both standing.

"I'm. I'm going to the toilet," Kanda says, clipped, and walks off without another word.

Lavi glances at the back retreating down the corridor, feeling oddly cold. Kanda is fine, they're good, but it doesn't feel like it. He pushes the sour feeling away and goes back into their room, but an hour later when Kanda doesn't return, he knocks his head on his desk and storms out of the door.

"Lenalee," he calls, knocking on the said door a few floors down. "Lenalee, help."

"What happened this time?" Lenalee raises an eyebrow when she opens her door.

"I think I said something to Yuu and pissed him off," he says bluntly, barging in and pacing around on her floor. "I mean, he avoided me for like a damn week, and I forced him to talk to me just now and I thought we were finally okay, but he left an hour ago and he hasn't come back, and I don't even know what I said that pissed him off! He doesn't want to talk about that kiss, right? So we'll never bring it up! Why is he mad? I don't understand, nothing makes fucking sense, Lenalee, you've got to help me—"

"Slow down," Lenalee orders, and he stops. "You guys didn't talk for a week?"

"Yeah, Yuu was avoiding me like ninja crazy—"

"I should've known," she shakes her head with a sigh. "Nevermind. You said you talked to him just now?"

"Yeah. Sorta. I mean, I had to sit on him so he wouldn't run away, and he didn't want to talk about the kiss, so I said to forget about it. We'll pretend it never happened. So why is he avoiding me again?"

"Lavi," Lenalee begins. "Why do you think Kanda kissed you?"

"Curiosity? Libido? Accident?" Lavi shrugs. "How the fuck am I supposed to know?"

She looks at him carefully. "…Have you ever considered that Kanda might actually like you?"

Lavi blinks for all of three seconds. "That's a great joke, Lenalee, and I'm a hypocrite for saying this, but now is really not the time."

"I don't make inappropriate jokes, unlike you," Lenalee looks flatly back at him. "Lavi, think about it. First of all, you are his best friend—"

"Of course I'm his best friend—"

"—no, listen. He may be your best friend, but that doesn't mean that you are his best friend. He likes you enough for that. And you know that Kanda isn't straight—"

"No, I did not," Lavi interjects forcefully. "I thought he was asexual, you know, which is why this, is not possible!"

"He's not asexual, and as I've learnt last week, not aromantic either," Lenalee says, amused. "It is not that inconceivable that he might like you. Furthermore, he kissed you while you were sleeping. While he was awake. He knew what he was doing, Lavi."

"Well. I. I guess, but—"

"So, let's assume that Kanda does have feelings for you. Now, you just told him to forget about the kiss. The kiss that would have meant a lot to him. Is it so hard to understand why he's avoiding you again?"

"But I only said that because he obviously didn't want to talk about it!" Lavi groans. "Besides, that only makes sense if Yuu does like me—"

"Lavi, you know Kanda more than me, sometimes," Lenalee says patiently. "Is it really so hard to imagine that he does like you?"

"Yuu would at least tell me, right?" he says, almost hysterical, but sobers immediately. "No, fuck, Yuu would never want to talk about his feelings with me. Fuck," he groans. "Okay. If, if Yuu likes me, what am I supposed to do now?"


"Yuu, wake up."

Kanda refuses to crack his eyes open. He's sure he's just fallen asleep a minute ago, and now some annoying idiot is refusing to let him sleep after making him feel like a complete idiot—fuck his life.

"Come on, wake up."

A pillow hits his back and he groans. "Leave me alone, you asshole."

"Yuu, this is important, please. Wake up."

The pillow hits him again and again until finally Kanda yanks it blindly and tosses it to the other side of the room.

"Fine, fine," he curses, wrenching his eyes open to glare at his stupid roommate. "What the hell do you want?"

Their room lights are on which makes it all too easy to register that Lavi sits on his bed and inches closer with some sort of a nervous hesitation.

"So, uh, I heard that you like me?"

Is what Kanda hears next, and the resultant silence is thick enough to suffocate him twice over. His face flushes involuntarily although he desperately wants to deny it, so much for playing it off, his honest reactions are right on display from how off guard he's caught.

"You do like me," Lavi echoes, as if in awe. "Fuck. I-I mean, not fuck, but fuck, I…I-I mean, not in the bad way, but like—"

Kanda turns away, unable to stop how hard his heart clenches at the humiliation of it all. "Is this a fucking joke to you?"

"Huh? No, of course not, Yuu, what—"

Kanda meets his eye evenly. "Then leave me alone," he states, sounding defeated.

Lavi swallows at the tone. "Yuu—"

"What," the other snaps harshly. "I said leave me alone, you fucking asshole! It's hard enough with you in the room, so just," he sucks in a deep breath. "Just. Go away, Lavi."

The redhead stiffly stands up at the request, but he sits abruptly back down after a few moments.

"It's not a joke. To me," he says, voice neutral. "I just. I just didn't think it was possible, since you're not exactly nice to me. I mean, you call me 'stupid' or 'idiot' or a bunch of names all the time; you never use my actual name unless you really want something. And like, you threaten to kill me twice a day, people don't usually do that to people they like, you know?" He cocks a glance over by chance, and abruptly freezes when he sees that Kanda is stoically quiet. "Yuu?"

Kanda barely meets his gaze. "I said to go away."

"What do you even like about me?" he asks anyway, staring at the wall opposite.

It takes a while, but eventually there's some rustling of the covers where Kanda lies back down and turns his back toward him.

"You're an idiot," is the reply. "But you…care. About me."

"Lenalee cares about you too," he says.

Kanda says nothing in return, and after a few minutes, Lavi makes to stand up, but he stops when he hears a very quiet mutter.

"…She's not you, dumbass."