FASH: ... Anyways... I don't know what to say...
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Disclaimer: If I owned it, I wouldn't need to write fanfiction about it.
Monta's mother was going to be away for the weekend and even though she had more than likely told Monta to not have anyone over the receiver had wasted no time in inviting Sena over for a sleep over.
"It'll be awesome!" He had exclaimed. "We'll stay up late, eat nothing but junk food and watch horrors movies!"
"H-Horror movies?" Sena questioned nervously. "I'm not really good with, uh, violence." But Monta was quick to soothe his worries away, after all, what could be scarier than Hiruma when the blonde was in a bad mood?
The answer: a lot of things.
Sena had been filled with anxiety within the first ten minutes and now, as the movie was drawing to a close, he couldn't help but let out a rather pathetic sounding whimper as he moved closer to Monta.
"H-Hey, it's okay, don't worry, it's almost over." His friend said in a shaky voice, jumping and letting out a stifled scream a few moments later.
Reassurance from a person who was nearly as afraid as he was didn't make the movie any less scary, but at least, with Monta's hand gripping at his own, Sena felt a little bit safer from the terrors on the screen. Even if he was still going to have to sleep with every light in the apartment on tonight.