Midorima's cheeks were flushed red. He had been forced to stand in the middle of the room with Meyer kneeling on one knee before him, and he wasn't allowed to sit down until she finished singing 'That's Amore'. Takao had been giggling the whole time, mostly by the terrified expression on Midorima's face. It wasn't that Meyer had a bad voice, on the contrary, even though Midorima didn't completely know what she was saying, the sound of her singing soothed him slightly. He was terrified because every time he looked up from her he would see Jo and Shira whispering to one another, hushing quickly whenever he looked up. He felt very uneasy and wanted to drag Takao out of the room.
There was no chance of that. Takao had effectively wedge himself in the space between the two beds, grinning happily at being included in the girls game. Ishimura was sitting on the ground, leaning against the foot of the bed on the right of him, whilst Jean occupied the mattress to his left. Effectively, Midorima was cut off from even being able to sit next to him for the preposterous game that he didn't even want to be a part of.
Meyer finished the song and was greeted with an applause, and laughter, from her friends. She stood up straight, bowed dramatically, before patting Midorima on the arm. She gave him a soft, comforting smile, but it didn't help with his uneasiness. He didn't exactly trust Ishimura. He chose the spot next to Takami, who had managed to put clothes on, leaving an open space next to him which Meyer quickly occupied.
"So who's turn is it?" Ishimura questioned, trying to think back. Jo looked to her smirking as she brought her hand to her chin.
"Well, yours. You admitted that you would rather kiss..."
"Okay, okay I remember now sheesh," Ishimura muttered. There was no way she wanted Shira to know the answer, even though Jo would probably be telling her later on. She looked around the room, trying to find her next victim. Midorima looked like he was about to burst, and he would be too easy to irritate into leaving, so she should probably leave him for the moment. Takao looked way too enthusiastic for her and Takami was victim of Jo's first dare. "Kid, what do you want?"
"A sister who has normal friends."
"Ha. Ha. Ha. Pick one."
"Dare."
"I dare you too..." Ishimura frowned. She hadn't thought this through. Half of the things she could think of Jean wasn't exactly capable of completing. She scratched her chin, trying to think. She could use him as a messenger if anything, but what did she want. Ishimura grinned, clicking her fingers and pointing to the door. "Go and find the rest of the Shutoku team we played today, and Katsumi too if you want, and bring them back here."
"How the hell am I meant to do that?" Jean questioned. Takao pointed to Midorima.
"Say Shin-Chan's getting laid, that would make them come running." The girls burst into giggles but Midorima turned bright red. Takami noticed the look on Midorima's face and gave him a smile, patting his shoulder.
"It's a joke." Midorima looked to her for a moment, before glowering in Takao's direction. First he gets Midorima into this mess and then he starts mocking him. He turned his nose up, wanting this ridiculous game to be over with already.
"Before I go, Midorima, truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"You have to sleep with either Ishimura or Shira, who do you choose?" Takao burst out into giggles as Midorima's eyes seemed to bug. His mouth opened and closed and Ishimura let out a laugh. Shira looked interested in the answer, leaning towards him and making a kissing face.
"I, ugh, dare. Give me a dare."
"All right, the next dare that is given, you have to do it. Otherwise, you get the Refusal Punishment." Jean disappeared out the door, intent on completing Ishimura's dare. The girls all released an 'ooh' that sent a shiver of fear down Midorima, and even Takao's back.
"What's the Refusal Punishment?" Takao questioned. Ishimura looked to him, then back to Midorima, grinning slightly.
"You have to run around outside for five minutes, completely starkers." Midorima paled and stood, ready to leave the room but Takami and Meyer pulled him down, shaking their heads. Takao's mouth was hanging open but then he let out a laugh. Shira rolled her eyes, doubting that he would be bother by running around outside naked. Midorima on the other hand looked like he was about to kill them. Shira tilted her head to the side. Actually when she thought about it he seemed to have a constipated expression most of the time.
"All right, stop terrifying the poor boy," Meyer laughed, smacking Midorima on the back. He jolted, obviously surprised at her strength. He seemed a lot more tense than Takao, who was humming happily to himself, waiting for someone to do something. "It's your turn, Midorima."
"Ah," Midorima pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He was never good at playing truth or dare, and the last time he had he quickly left the game after Akashi delivered a rather fierce dare. He looked around, seeing everyone was eagerly awaiting his choice. He felt as though he couldn't choose Takao, like it would be rude to do so, and instead looked around to the girls. This was not how he had intended to spend the night. "Takami-San."
"Truth." Midorima wasn't sure what to ask. He knew that the questions were often meant to embarass the person being asked, or to find out something interesting, but he had no idea what to ask.
"Ah, how tall are your team mates and yourself?"
"Boring Shin-Chan," Takao groaned, resting his head against the mattress and rolling his eyes. Midorima was about to snap but Ishimura glowered, slumping closer to the ground.
"Course Takami get's the easy question."
"It is because I have not been rude to anyone," Takami grinned, clearly pleased with her easy question after her embarassing moment earlier. She had, after calming down and promising not to kill Shira, explained what happened. After she saw Shira take her clothes, she chased after her out of the bath room in her towel. Shira turned the corner and Takami followed, only to run straight into Hyuuga. She fell back and landed hard on her ass, the towel slipping and revealing her chest. Luckily it didn't reveal much more and she was quick to cover herself in any case. Still, she had been mortified that it happened in front of four of the Seirin players, but she didn't stick around to get a good look at who it was. Shira only knew Kagami was in the mix because she almost barreled into him herself. "All right then, I'm one hundred and seventy nine, Meyer's one sixty four, Jo's two hundred and Shira's one ninety. I forget how tall Ishimura is, but it's just a little taller than me. Any way, Shira, your turn."
"Dare," Shira shrugged. She was rarely phazed by the games like Jo, but Takami would be out for blood. She scratched her chin, trying to think of a suitable punishment before giving out a broad grin. It was only that she was smiling wide did Midorima see she was missing her first premolar on the right.
"You have to get Saka to agree to go on a date with someone when we get back. If you don't succeed within a week, you have to complete the Refusal Punishment after the final match at the Winter Cup at your mums work." Shira groaned and the girls cracked into laughter. There was no way that Shira would be able to convince Saka to go on a date. The poor girl couldn't talk to boys, let alone be left alone with them. Giving Aomine his ball back that day had been a rather big step for her.
"Great, just perfect. Oh well, I'm going to make myself feel better. Oh Carrot-Chan!" Shira sung his name and Midorima felt his heart pounding. Why were they picking on him so much? Takao was the one who wanted to play. He saw the look in her eye and shrunk back slightly. She was not the person he wanted to choose him, ever, she was not trust worthy. Her eyes flickered towards Ishimura for a moment then back to Midorima. He thought he heard her mutter 'not even I'm that mean' before sitting up a little straighter. "I got one!"
"I didn't say whether..."
"Jean's dare," Meyer reminded him and Midorima felt his cheeks flush. This was not good.
"You sir, have to play shirtless!" Shira declared, jumping up as she did so and pointing a finger at him. Midorima turned his chin up slightly. It wasn't as bad as what he had expected from her, but it wasn't what he wanted either. The idea of taking his shirt off and sitting around, especially with one whom he now knew was definitely a pervert, was not enticing. However, the look on her face and the reaction they had before when they spoke about the Refusal Punishment told him he was going to lose his shirt one way or another.
Midorima stood sharply and Shira was expecting him to glower, say this game was ridiculous and demand Takao to leave with him. Instead he gripped the bottom of his shirt and lifted it up in one swift move. Shira's mouth fell open with a loud pop and even Jo's eyes grew slightly wide. Sure, he was a basketballer but...
"Holy shit," Ishimura spoke for Shira. She, like her friend, was staring with her mouth open at the now shirtless Midorima. He blushed slightly before pushing his glasses up, muttering something or other about how their reactions were something or other but Shira had trouble focusing on his words.
"Grumpy-San."
"I assume you're referring to me," Ishimura commented, pointing to herself when Midorima turned her way. He nodded curtly and Ishimura scowled. No matter how impressed she was moments before, she returned to normal pretty quickly. She could see Shira still checking Midorima out though and for once Ishimura was pissed Saka wasn't here. Her reaction would have been priceless. "Alright, ah, dare."
She had seen his truths and his dares probably couldn't have been much worse. He scratched his chin for a moment before his eyes shifted to Takao. Jo snorted, already knowing what Midorima was going to dare. He had been awkward before but obeyed the rules, even though she could see he didn't really want to. She could almost see him going over all the movies he'd seen that included truth or dare and spin the bottle, and with Takao in the room, who had surprisingly been sitting patiently and quiet throughout the whole game so far, was no doubt going to be a part of this dare.
"Kiss Takao."
"Huh?"
"What?" Takao and Ishimura reacted at the same time, both completely caught off by his dare. Jo shook her head. She'd guessed it already.
"This is a game of truth and dare, it is only expected that..."
"You know what, don't try and explain it," Ishimura shook her hand in front of her, palm facing Midorima. His voice trailed out as he watched, a little surprised as she turned to Takao. With one hand she gripped the point guards collar, pulling him towards her. Takao reached out quickly, grabbing the back of her neck as their lips crashed together. Midorima felt his cheeks burn slightly as the girls cheered. He hadn't expected Ishimura to go along with it, nor did he expect Takao to agree.
Shira was about to say something when the door burst open, a very confused looking Miyaji stepping into the room, closely followed by Otsubo and Kimura. She narrowed down to Miyaji's hands, seeing he was holding a pineapple. To each his own, Shira supposed. Instead she threw her arms out wide, grinning madly at the new trio. "Welcome to the den of iniquity!"
The three of them looked around confused before their eyes landed on Takao and Ishimura, their faces centimetres apart. Takao's cheeks were slightly red and he was cheekily grinning up to his seniors, whilst Ishimura was wearing a scowl. She pulled away from Takao, settling back in her position before, and Takao looked genuinely disappointed. Next they noticed that Midorima was sitting in between Meyer and Takami, shirtless and blushing slightly.
"Ah, what's going on here?" Otsubo asked. His gaze flickered between Takao and Midorima, trying to figure it out. Jean took this chance to slip back into the room, settling on the arm of Shira's chair, watching with a smirk as the events before him unfolded. Meyer wondered what her brother might have said to them that they had come running, and why the hell was Miyaji holding a pineapple?Where'd he even get it from?
"Orgy," Shira and Ishimura replied at the same time, not even missing a beat. They looked to each other and grinned, biting back laughs.
"Midorima suggested it," Jo continued, giving them a short nod. Midorima's mouth fell open with a pop and he begun spluttering, becoming slightly distressed. Probably because Miyaji held the pineapple up, narrowing his eyes and getting ready to peg it at his head.
"Yeah, but Grumpy-San was the first to instigate," Takami shrugged her shoulders. Meyer shook her head, looking quite forlorn as she looked to her team mate.
"Poor Takao, Yuki all but jumped on him."
"What about Shira, she pulled Midorima's shirt off!" Ishimura tried her hardest to bite back her laughter but she failed. Her voice cracked and Jo turned away, clamping her hand over her mouth. Otsubo looked between the girls, seeing their expressions and he raised one eyebrow.
"So what were you really doing?"
"Truth or dare, wanna play?" Ishimura asked as she moved to sit on the bed, effectively making room for them to sit down. Miyaji lowered the pineapple, frowning as he continued looking at the girls. How the hell they managed to convince Midorima to get his shirt off, he couldn't even guess, but it lower his wishes to play with them. They seemed quite mischevious.
"Not for long, we have training early tomorrow morning," Otsubo resigned. He sat on the bed next to Takao, leaning back to try and look casual, whilst Miyaji sat down on the ground in front of Ishimura. Kimura hesitated the most out of all of them, looking around and finally settling, rather awkwaardly, next to Meyer.
"Perfect, more victims," Shira grinned, clapping her hands together.
"Victims?" Miyaji looked to her and she suddenly looked very innocent. Putting one fore finger to her chin, Shira looked up to the sky.
"Did I say victims? I meant players. Yuki-Chan, it's your turn. You going to get revenge on Carrot-Chan for making you kiss Takao?" Shira questioned, tilting her head. Ishimura snorted, ignoring the surprised look Miyaji shot her. She looked around, trying to find a suitable 'victim' as Shira had so delicately put it.
"Takami."
"Truth."
"How many people have you kissed?" Takami's cheeks flushed a deep red as she rubbed the back of her neck. Her eyes dropped to the ground as she began talking to herself. Shira seemed interested as well. They very rarely got to hear about Takami's love life, not because they weren't interested but because most of the time she kept to herself about it.
"Seven," Takami answered after thinking it through. Ishimura grinned, a little too evilly and knew that her next comment was going to be snarky already, but she couldn't pass it up.
"How many did you imagine as Meyer, hmm?" Takami scowled and Meyer shot Ishimura a warning glance. The latter put her hands up, making the peace and Takami nodded slightly, still scowling. She was forgiven, purely because a comment hadn't been made about their sleeping arrangements.
"My turn. Ah, Miyaji?" Takami looked to the blonde third year, frowning at him slightly. He nodded, confirming that was his name.
"Dare."
"I dare you to..." Takami's eyes landed on the pineapple "confess your love to Pineapple-Chan."
"Pineapple-Chan?" Takami pointed to the fruit in his lap and he looked slightly confused for a moment. He looked back up to Takami, frowning but then shrugged it off. Holding the pineapple up, he looked around slightly self-conscious before laughing to himself. "Oh Pineapple-Chan, I am madly and deeply in love you."
"Boring," Jo yawned, patting her mouth and egging Miyaji on.
"Pineapple-Chan is not impressed."
"Put a little more emotion into it."
"Come on Miyaji, make it real!" The girls all started egging Miyaji on, not letting him off the hook. He looked to Takao, almost asking for help, but the point guard was laughing too hard. Otsubo was even less help, he'd started a conversation with Ishimura over the game they played earlier that week.
"Oh Pineapple-Chan, your hair is as green as the, ugh, mountains are, ah, high."
"Are you confessing to the pineapple or Midorima?" Shira cackled. Miyaji promptly put the fruit on the ground, scowling and glaring at Shira. That only made her and Takao laugh even harder than before and not long after he heard Kimura's chuckle wafting over to him.
"All right, all right, it's my turn now. Shira, truth or dare?"
"Truth, and be warned, he's fourteen," Shira grinned, putting her arm around Jean. Miyaji frowned, realising the implication of Jean being in the room. It would have been distasteful to ask a rude question in front of the girls (though not akward as Takao had realised) but with Jean in the room it limited the choices of what they could do and say.
"Do you always play underhanded games?"
"Only when we can't be bother playing properly," Shira shrugged, not realising how her words may have stung Shutoku, "Carrot-Chan, you're up."
"Dare." Ah, clever boy, figured out the way to get out of dares.
"Do a strip tease."
"Absolutely not, truth."
"Good boy," Shira smirked and Midorima's face fell into a scowl. Shira shot him a peace sign, pulling a ridiculously childish smile in his direction. She just loved pissing him off, she just didn't know why. "How old were you when you had your first kiss?"
To say Midorima looked startled would have been a massive understatement. He looked awkward all of a sudden, his cheeks turning crimson as he tore his eyes to the ground. Meyer looked to Shira, shaking her head slightly as Midorima started to stumble over his word. Even Ishimura looked slightly worried about his reaction, but fortunately for Midorima the door to their room was thrown open.
"How did I know they would sucker you in here?" Katsumi laughed, shaking her head. She looked to the boys from Shutoku, frowning at Midorima's state but said nothing about it, instead pointing out the door. "Coach Nakatani has asked for everyone to return to their rooms. So, whatever you were - Miyaji is that a pineapple?"
"It's Pineapple-Chan and it's his beloved."
"Either that or Shin-Chan is," Takao added, earning the pineapple to the middle of his back. He let out a yelp, running out of the room. As he did, he looked to the pineapple on the ground then back to Miyaji. "That's not how to treat your true love."
Miyaji picked the pineapple off the ground and chased Takao. Midorima was putting his shirt back on, his cheeks still slightly pink from the last question, and Ishimura tilted her head. Meyer walked over to quickly talk to Katsumi, walking out of the room with her. Otsubo and Kimura walked out after them, Shira hanging next to Otsubo and pestering him with questions. Ishimura walked over to Midorima, feeling a little sorry for how flustered he had grown from the last question. She could guess the answer.
"Yo, Carrot-Chan."
"My name is Midorima."
"Carrotima-Chan." Midorima sighed, turning to Ishimura, wondering what he had done in his past life to earn two people who were insistent of giving him horrible nicknames. He straightened his shirt and huffed, crossing his arms and waiting for Ishimura to say whatever it was she wanted to say. "It was fun playing truth or dare with you and Laughing Boy. We need to do it again."
Midorima looked slightly confused at her comment, but he was even more confused when she stretched up on her tippy toes and gave him a light kiss on his cheek, which promptly flushed the slightest shade redder. He grumbled that he will consider playing truth or dare with them again before walking out of the room.
"I saw that you know, Grumpy-San." Ishimura looked over to Jo, shrugging her shoulders. She didn't care if Jo was going to pay her out for it, she kissed Takao too. Ishimura slumped on the bed, knowing already that she had acquired a new nickname, and stared up at the roof. Did this count as making friends?