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"Try to relax, no one is plotting to kill you…", Kazuya harshly whispered to his roommate for the fifth time since they had entered the backyard of the Aomine household. "And for the love of God, stop glaring at him!"
Junko's glare focused on him for a second, before returning to her original target. She was currently at officer Aomine's place, surrounded by more people than she was comfortable with, and forced to act as civilized as she could.
As promised, she had come with Kazuya to the barbecue – though she wasn't the least bit happy about it! Her clothes were too normal, and the people gathered – despite being familiar – were way too friendly and talkative. Normally, she wouldn't mind, but she really wanted to spend her Sunday writing instead of this…
To make things worse, her worst nightmare – and, no, that was not the needle-maniac – was also here. And right at that moment, he was glaring back, trying to outdo her in this pissing contest of theirs.
"Still haven't forgiven him for that little misunderstanding?", Takao appeared at her unoccupied side, nursing a bottle of beer. She noticed he looked miserable: black bags under his eyes, the mischievous glint in them almost faded completely, his free hand rubbing his nape tiredly.
She shrugged, tugging her brown wool jacket closer to her body "You'll find that women don't forgive that easily, boss…"
"Don't I know it?", he gave a bitter smirk, proving her suspicions to be correct.
Her glare dulled, and she stared at him, pondering whether it would be wise to tell him. *Ah, screw it, he needs it.*
"Go grab her and fuck her senseless", she told him in her monotone voice.
Kazuya choked on his beer at her crude words. He turned his wide eyes at her "JUN!"
"What? They both need it…"
"Don't listen to her, Takao-san", Kazuya turned to said man, only to be surprised at the beer bottle thrust into his free hand.
"Hold this", Takao growled, his previously lifeless eyes flashing in a determined way. "He straightened his form, made sure his clothes were in the right place, and asked Junko "How do I look?"
The writer gave him a mere thumbs up, while the photographer yelled in exasperation "Are you even listening to me?!"
But the publisher was already jogging towards the kitchen, where his wife was last seen.
"What have you done?!", Kazuya whimpered, as he stared horrified at Junko's smug expression.
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"Keep them there, Mai, or I swear to God I'll either stuff mine inyour pretty little mouth or let you scream for all in this house to know what we're doing!"
WARNING: THE NEXT CHAPTER CONTAINS SMUT, SO AVOID READING IT IF YOU'RE ICKY ABOUT THOSE THINGS.