Ishimura woke up knowing that she was not alone in the bed. She knew this before she even opened her eyes. She could smell cologne wafting in her nose, could feel fabric clutched tight in her fingers in front of her, could feel strong arms wrapped around her and holding her tightly. She could feel the light breaths fanning her hair and tickling her skin and, most importantly, she knew the person was male because there was a morning surprise pressing against her thigh.
It wasn't the fact that she could only remember bits and pieces of the night before that worried her, nor was it the fact that her stomach was churning and she could still smell vodka through her nose. It wasn't even that her limbs and body in general felt so heavy that she couldn't move them, let alone open her eyes to see who was in front of her, or the mystery guy lying in front of her. What she was most worried about was how the fuck was she going to explain this to the girls without Shira being a twat.
Ishimura had to actually think an order to open her eyes and when she did, she found tht she had snuggled in quite closely to the crook of a neck and shoulder. She couldn't really see anything, but she saw that his skin was light, so that cut out a few of the males that had attended the party last night.
There was a few minutes before the rest of her body decided to agree to pull away. Granted that was probably due to her not entirely wanting to, she was quite comfortable how she had been lying. She knew immediately who she had cuddled up to as soon as she caught sight of the hair. After all, who else did she know that had emerald hair?
Ishimura felt the urge to sink back into how she was laying before, to nuzzle back into his neck and fall asleep again, but she had a feeling that all the other girls were awake by this point. She continued pulling back and, thankfully, Midorima didn't stir. She used her elbows to sit herself up and she looked around the room, frowning. Then she caught sight of Takao lying, still fast asleep, over by the wardrobe.
Her hand flew to her mouth so hard to stop her from laughing that she wouldn't be surprised if it was bruised. She stared at him as her breath became ragged from repressed laughter, hitting Midorima's arm at the same time. He groaned in his sleep before opening his eyes. He frowned at Ishimura and opened his mouth to say something but her hand clamped over his mouth.
"Takao," she squeaked, pointing to Takao with the hand that had been over her own mouth. Midorima followed her gaze and groaned, pulling her hand away from him.
"Yes, you were quite adament about that dress."
"I did what now?" Ishimura asked, looking between Midorima and Takao. The latter was wearing a floral dress that fell to just above his knees, and which was quite loose around his chest. That wasn't what had made Ishimura almost lose it though. His eyes were decorated with a light layer of eyeliner, his lashes coated in mascara and his skin covered in foundation. His cheeks were printed pink from blush and his lips a dark red. His hair had been braided through the middle and the parts that were too short were pinned back with bobby pins. Nothing compared to the sky high, black, almost hooker shoes he was wearing though. Where the hell did they find them?
"You did that. Last night, after Takao finished that ridiculous game," Midorima answered, rolling onto his back and rubbing his eyes. He let out a grumble and looked like he was about to fall asleep. Ishimura, thinking back to the night, did have some recollection of saying how Takao would make a pretty woman. She was about to question the matter further before she looked to him. With a tilt of her head, she frowned as she moved closer, looking at his eyelashes.
"Hey, Carrot-Chan."
"What?" Midorima didn't open his eyes but his cheeks went a little a red because she was so close. There was no way he wouldn't be able to sense her face was this close.
"You're eyelashes are really pretty." Midorima's eyes flashed open, looking slightly startled at her being right in front of him. He didn't pull back though. Ishimura bit her lower lip. "Your eyes are too."
"Th-that's... we should wake Takao up so he can wash his face," Midorima mumbled, moving his hand up to where his glasses should be. Ishimura let out a laugh at his startled expression when he found he wasn't wearing them, falling back on the bed with her knees in the air. Thank the heavens she had decided to wear jeans instead of a dress, otherwise Midorima would have gotten an eyeful.
"W-what's so funny?" Ishimura rolled onto her stomach, rolling onto Midorima's legs in the process, and grinned at the sleepy eyed Takao. He didn't seem to register that he was wearing a dress, let alone the make up and the shoes. He frowned, looking to Midorima and Ishimura.
"Takao, take a look in the mirror there," Ishimura giggled, pointing to the mirror hanging on the wall just to the right of Takao. The teen did, and Ishimura saw his eyes grow wide. Then he cracked into a hysterical laughing fit, which in turn caused Ishimura to burst into laughter and rolled around on the bed, almost falling off. Takao climbed to his feet, very gingerly because of his heels, and turned so his back was facing Ishimura and Midorima.
"Hey Shin-Chan, does my butt look big in this?" Takao chirped with an easy grin, bending his knees and pulling the dress tight around his ass. Ishimura fell off the bed, sobbing at Midorima's expression as much as Takao's actions. She saw a pillow fling through the air and hit Takao in the back of the head, making him stumble slightly.
"Your ass looks great, and you look beautiful!"
"Boys aren't meant to be beautiful," Midorima scowled from the bed as Ishimura sat on her knees, rubbing her side where she landed. Takao half heartedly threw the pillow back, not as hard as Midorima had thrown it.
"You're right. Takao is damn gorgeous!" Ishimura cheered and Takao flashed her the peace sign with an incredibly cheesy smile.
"Where's Katsumi? I'm going to go tell her I'm her new girlfriend!" Takao cheered as he stumbled to the door, wrenching it open. Ishimura was slightly worried about the boy trying to walk down the stairs, but figured that he would be fine. He would probably just bounce if he fell anyway. Ishimura let out another chuckle as she turned to Midorima, who was staring at the door like he couldn't believe his friend had accepted the situation so easily.
"Hey Carrot-Chan?"
"What." Midorima had fallen back onto his back and was staring up at the roof like he couldn't believe his life. Ishimura scuttled closed to the edge of the bed so she was mostly out of sight and poked her head over the side of the mattress so only her eyes and above were showing. Midorima eventually looked over after not hearing her continue and stared at her for a few minutes, his eyebrow's furrowed together in complete confusion. Ishimura blinked twice and saw the corners of his lips twitch as he looked back up at the roof. "Idiot."
"Flying idiot."
"Flyin - what are you talkin - aah!" Midorima let out a yelp when Ishimura sprung off the floor and belly flopped over his abdomen. He let out a groan and Ishimura sat up, laughing while clutching her stomach. That hurt her just as much as it had hurt him.
"S-s-sorry, I c-c-couldn't he-help it!" Ishimura snorted, curling over and letting her forehead rest on Midorima's abdomen as she continued to giggle. Midorima sniffed, rolling over onto his stomach and trying to ignore her. Ishimura rolled her eyes, moving to sit on his lower back and started prodding his back. "Come on, I'm sorry. Don't get grumpy. I saw you smile."
"I did not smile," Midorima huffed but it was muffled by the pillow. Ishimura guessed what he had said anyway, and continued prodding his back until he looked back. He didn't, just dug his face further into the pillow. Ishimura groaned and rolled off him, stretching her back as she did.
"Well if you're going to be mister grumpy butt, I'm going to find Takao. At least he knows how to have a good time," Ishimura huffed as she strode to the door. Despite how much she had drunk the night before, she didn't feel horrible like she had expected to. She was about to turn the door handle when she heard a noise from behind her. Midorima had sat up, was leaning on his elbow and - no way he couldn't possibly be pouting.
"What's so good about Takao?" she could have heard him mutter but Ishimura convinced herself that she must have misheard. She let her hand drop from the handle and walked back over to the bed, sitting on the edge.
"What are you sulking about?"
"I do not sulk."
"Uh - huh," Ishimura shook her head before reaching out. She gently patted the top of Midorima's head, getting a glower in return. She just laughed at him before lying down, resting her head on his thigh. She was mildly curious as to whether that morning surprise had gone down, but when she saw his Adams Apple bob up and down as he swallowed, she had a feeling it wasn't gone completely. "You just brood."
Midorima clicked his tongue but he didn't move. Ishimura shrugged, closing her eyes and letting out a sigh. She really wanted to remember most of what happened the night before and she started racking her memories for a hint. She could remember turning up to the house with the girls in tow, Saka telling them she would come later with Kazuki (this had emitted in a series of inappropriate comments shouted down the phone by Shira) and then she separated from the group to hang out with Otsubo and Miyaji, challenging them to a drinking game. She won, unsurprisingly, and then Takao rocked up to the house with Midorima in tow. Takao was already a little bit inebriated, and Shira challenged him to a game of beer pong after stashing her make up bag in the room that Ishimura had slept in.
...
"Three points to Iwozuka!" Shira cheered loudly and Ishimura felt Takao wince as he reached for his drink. He plucked the ping pong ball out of the dark liquid and chugged the cup down, grimacing as he set it down on the table. Ishimura's hand was on his back, attempting to help him keep steady and she noticed Jo pushing Midorima, who were standing on the sidelines watching game, backwards a little. Takao's arm was around Ishimura's shoulders, attempting to help himself stay steady so he could take a shot.
"Come on Takao, you can do it!" Ishimura egged Takao on, watching as the point guard lined up his shot. He missed completely and Shira caught the ball with surprising dexterity. She was lining up the shot when Takao's fingers gripped tight on the back of Ishimura's shirt. She could feel him swaying back and she readjusted how she was holding him, keeping him upright.
"Come on Shira, show him how Iwozuka does it!" Saka cheered happily. Ishimura wondered if the alcohol had anything to do with her sudden bout of courage or if the fact Kazuki was standing behind her protectively, one hand on her shoulder.
Shira lined up Takao's cup and sent the ball soaring forward. Ishimura and Takao both held their breaths as the ball rimmed the edge before falling into the drink with a plop. Takao groaned as Shira jumped into the air, almost kneeing the table, and letting out a loud whoop. Ishimura wished she had, because then her drinks would have been spilt.
"Rules are you drink mine too!" The words chilled Ishimura's spine as she looked to Takao. There was no way he was going to survive her drinks after he finished off his last bout of alcohol. He looked like he was about to pass out and he was starting to lean heavily on Ishimura.
"Come on Shira, he's about to fall just from his Jacks!" Ishimura growled, fully prepared to step forward herself to take his place as Shira started to shake her head. There was no way Ishimura was going to let Takao drink any more in general, but if that meant she was going to have to drink Shira's alcohol then that would be a problem. Meyer made her swear never to touch vodka again.
"Give them here, I'll drink them instead." Ishimura never thought she would imagine Jo was some sort of super hero, but at the moment she could have sworn there was a bright light surrounding their centre. It was most likely just the luminescent light fixtures of the room but that was beside the point. Ishimura smiled at her gratefully.
"That's not the rules though!" Shira was protesting to no one in particular and it was too late anyway. Jo was throwing down the remaining drinks like it was nothing and grimaced when she had finished. Ishimura had to readjust how she was holding Takao again, because he was leaning his head on her shoulder and pretty much using her to support himself. She didn't doubt if she stepped away he would just fall to the ground and not get back up.
"I feel like crap," Takao mumbled under his breath and Ishimura reached up, petting his hair sympathetically. She had warned him not to play Shira, but he had been too damn optimistic for his own good. She doubted he would be trying it again. Ishimura saw Jo slip out of the room just as another walked in. Ishimura grimaced, dragging Takao out of the way of the table.
"I'll play you," Aomine Daiki grinned and Shira's ears seemed to prick up upon hearing his voice. She whipped around, managed to hide the stumble, and leant against the table, one palm firm on the wood.
"Oh sweet heart, this is a lot harder than basketball," Shira teased, tilting her head to the side. Ishimura groaned again, reaching up and tugging Midorima's sleeve.
"We do not want to be here, she's flirting," Ishimura hissed under her breath. Midorima frowned, looking between Shira and Aomine, who was pouring his own drinks from cans into fresh cups, and back to where Ishimura had been standing. Had being the important word. Ishimura walked through the hall, dragging Takao behind her in an attempt to get away from the kitchen.
"Where're we going?" Takao mumbled as he hugged Ishimura from behind, hindering their progress. Ishimura shrugged, feeling him rest his forehead on her back and letting out a sigh. Ishimura caught sight of him in the mirror and realised that, for a guy, he was actually kind of pretty. "Thank you Ishi-Chan."
"Oh, did I say that out loud?" Ishimura laughed and then she had a bright idea. Well, at the time it seemed like a bright idea. She looked over her shoulder, only seeing a tuft of raven hair poking up. "Hey Takao, what if I made you really pretty?"
"Yeah?" Takao looked up at her, blinking and grinning quite happily. Social normalties flew out the window from that point forward. Ishimura grinned, nodding her head quite furiously as she turned and grabbed his hands in hers.
"Yeah, come on, I'm sure Katsumi has make up and a pretty dress that will fit you!"
"Yay!" Takao cheered, though it might have been her tone of voice more than her actual words that made him excited. She pulled his arms from around her waist, gripping his wrist tightly and began dragging him to the stairs.
"Grumpy-San, Grumpy-San! Come back! Do not, I repeat do not... no dresses!" Ishimura could hear Midorima half yelling, half pleading behind her as she breezed past a confused looking Meyer. She didn't pay her captain any attention as she dragged Takao, who was happily humming and singing to himself, up the stairs and into the room on the right.
Takao plopped happily onto the bed, swaying from side to side as Ishimura ripped the wardrobe doors open just as the bedroom door opened. Midorima looked quite flustered as he walked to Takao, grabbing his friends wrist.
"Hey Shin-Chan, Ishi-Chan's going to make me pretty!"
"Absolutely not, this is ridiculous, you cannot..." Midorima was cut off when Takao let out a loud wail. His eyes scrunched tight as tears formed in the corners and Midorima pulled away, completely horrified. Even Ishimura paused her search for a pretty dress to stare at a now sobbing Takao, who was hugging his knees and rocking slightly.
"Aww, Takao, was the carrot mean to you?" Ishimura purred as she walked over, running her fingers through his hair. Takao turned and buried his face into her abdomen, wrapping his arms around her waist and continued sobbing. Ishimura bit back a laugh at the situation and looked up to Midorima as she wrapped her arms around the sobbing teen. "He's such a mean carrot."
"This is prepostous, it's unfair, it's..."
"Ugh, you're such a stiff," Ishimura shook her head as she pulled Takao away. He sniffed, looking up to her in glazed, drunken yet hopeful eyes. She smiled comfortingly, like she would to Satoshi or to Gou, continuing to run her fingers through his hair. She knelt down so she was eye level, moving the hand that was in his hair to gently pat his cheek. "Don't listen to the carrot, he's an idiot. I'll make you pretty."
"Promise?"
"Promise," Ishimura grinned, holding her pinky finger out. Takao stopped sobbing and linked his own pinky around hers, grinning quite happily. Ishimura returned to the wardrobe as Midorima just stared at her with a rather horrified expression. She ignored him, grabbing out a pretty sundress and holding it. "Put this on Takao."
Takao stood, yanking his shirt over his head and happily skipping (well at least he attempted, he was tripping over his own feet) over to Ishimura. He took the dress off her and pulled it on over his head, turning to Midorima when he had it fitted. It was incredibly loose around the chest but Takao didn't seem to care all that much. He hiked the front of the dress up and undid his jeans, pulling them down and kicking them off. He let the dress fall as he twirled around on spot.
"Do I look pretty Shin-Chan?"
"This is ridiculous," Midorima muttered, probably not meaning for Takao to hear but he did. The latter stopped spinning (which was probably a good thing) and looke dlike he was about to start crying again. Ishimura acted fast, letting out a laugh and putting her arm around Takao, glaring at Midorima.
"Midorima's right Takao, you should have some make up on!" Ishimura cheered as she dashed to where Shira's bag had been stashed for the night. Takao was sitting back on the bed, happily humming as Ishimura walked back over to him. She pulled Shira's foundation out and started wiping it on Takao's face, being careful not to use too much. Ishimura grinned, this was not the first time she had drunkenly applied make up to another.
Takao was grinning like the chescher cat, his eyes closed obediently as he gently swayed from side to side. She pulled out eyeliner next, which Midorima promptly snatched from her hands with a shake of his head. Ishimura tried to grab it off him but he held it above his head.
"If you think I am going to let you..."
"Fine, you do it."
"That's, that's..."
"Preposterous, I know. So either do it, or hand it over to me," Ishimura mumbled, holding her hand out. She had to admit, those shots she'd taken with Shira just before beer pong were starting to affect her slightly. Midorima sighed, stepping around Ishimura and grabbing Takao's chin. "Just put a gentle line there."
"This is ridiculous," Midorima muttered under his breath as he carefully drew the eyeliner where Ishimura had instructed. She couldn't help but note how steady his hand was and made a mental note to get his number so he could put eyeliner on her from now on. Midorima finished quickly, placing the eyeliner into the bag just after Ishimura pulled out the lipstick.
"Open your mouth Takao!" Ishimura grinned. Takao did as instructed and she carefully coated his lips with lipstick. She could practically feel Midorima wanting to comment how completely unsanitary all of this was but she would have told him to shut up anyway. Takao looked like he was enjoying himself and Ishimura couldn't help but grin at him. He was so much like her little brothers. "Mascara next! Midorima!"
"Why did Oha Asa not warn me about you?" Midorima muttered under his breath as he obliged Ishimura. He pulled out the mascara, made a funny face before looking to Ishimura confused. She stepped behind him, lenaing forward as she wrapped her fingers around his hands, relying on him to keep it steady. The position made her chin sit on his shoulder and she brought his hand to the roots of Takao's eyelashes, slowly dragging it back up. She left him to do the other as she picked up blush, turning it over in her hands as she tried to figure out how to open the compact.
She fumbled with the compact, frowning and muttering profanities and considered banging it on the headboard, until Midorima's hand enclosed over her own. She froze, feeling his breath travelling down her neck as his other hand reached forward, pulling the compact open. Ishimura frowned as she noticed, for the first time that night, that his fingers were taped up on his left hand.
Ishimura didn't say anything, just stepped around Midorima and pulled the puffy brush from the bag. She never bothered to learn it's proper name anyway. She worked without another word, gently applying the blush to Takao's cheeks, who was still smiling happily.
"There," Ishimura croaked, "aren't you a pretty boy Takao?"
"Shin-Chan, am I pretty?" Takao questioned, not quite listening to Ishimura. Midorima sighed, pushing his glasses up his nose as he nodded curtly.
"You are beautiful," Midorima smiled and Ishimura cracked into laughter at how sincere he sounded. Obviously she was louder than she thought, because the door opened and Meyer stepped in. She looked to Ishimura, about to aska question, when her eyes drifted to Takao. Meyer doubled over with laughter as soon as it registered in her mind and then she shut the door, still giggling to herself on the otherside.
"You said I was pretty, I'm not pretty!" Takao started to whine and Ishimura grabbed his arm. She gave him a kissed on the forehead and grinned at him like she would when her brothers were complaining about anything that she could fix.
"Meyer just laughed because you're so pretty she didn't expect it Takao."
"I'll go show everyone how pretty I am!" Takao either ignored her or Ishimura's comment just registered very briefly in his mind. He pulled out of her grip and stood, before either of them could grab him, made for the door. He flung it open and stumbled through, wrenching it shut behind him. Midorima leapt forward, about to chase after him but Ishimura grabbed his hand, yanking him back.
The motion made them both fall onto the bed, Midorima pinning Ishimura down on the mattress. The very confused and slightly horrified expression he held only made Ishimura laugh, even moreso when he struggled to right himself. He pulled back, almost falling back down by how far onto the mattress they had fallen, and straightened his shirt, looking over his shoulder.
"Let him go, he'll have a blast. And if anyone tries to fondle her, they'll get a surprise," Ishimura grinned. Midorima looked very unsure of what he should do, and then he had a slightly guilty expression has his shoulders sagged in resignation. He looked to Ishimura, who reached out to his left hand and grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand towards her. Her strength must have caught him off guard because he leant down. "What happened to your fingers? Why are they taped up?"
"N-nothing happened, they just..." Midorima trailed off when Ishimura dragged her lips across his knuckles. She heard his breath catch in his throat and she looked up to him, frowning. His cheeks were a little pink. Why was he embarassed?
"I was just kissing them better," Ishimura pouted when Midorima wrenched his hand away, staring at it like it was some foreign object to him now. Ishimura tilted her head, blinking up at him and frowning again. She knelt on the bed, stretching up and grasping his glasses, pulling them from his face. Midorima's cheeks flushed a shade pinker as she stared into his eyes, still frowning lightly.
"W-what a-are you doing?"
"You're eyes are really pretty Carrot-Chan." At his nickname he scowled, trying to get the glasses back. Ordinarily Ishimura would have handed them over, she knew how irritating it was for people to hold them even if it was slightly irritation, but she'd had a bit to drink and it honestly brought out the worst in her personality. Namely, she pulled her hand back and refused to let him have them.
"Grumpy-San, I will not play this game with you."
"Fine," Ishimura shrugged as she put his glasses on. She blinked to adjust to the magnification and then looked up to him. He was staring back at her with his mouth opened slightly and she just grinned. "Mine now."
"Give them back."
"No."
"I said give them back."
"No."
"Give them to me!" Midorima lunged forward but Ishimura crawled back along the mattress. He grabbed her belt and pulled her back, trying to lean forward and snatched the glasses of her. Ishimura moved faster, wrenching the frames from her face and holding them back over her head. Midorima muttered something under his breath, yanking her towards him by her belt and stretching for his glasses. Ishimura glanced for a moment from what was in her hand upwards.
Midorima's neck was just in front of her eyesight,his Adams Apple bobbing slightly as he stretched and all Ishimura could think was that it looked perfect to nibble on. Normally, Ishimura would push all thoughts like that out of her head for reason. At that moment, she had none. Midorima lunged forward, snatching the glasses out of her hands but Ishimura didn't care. As he did so she arched her back, lifting herself up and her lips connected with his neck. Midorima made a choking noise as she dragged her teeth across the thin skin and her arms wrapped around him.
...
Ishimura opened her eyes, staring lazily back up to Midorima. He was looking back at her slightly confused. Without a word she sat up, and then with a look at him that completely changed his expression, she swung her leg over so she was sitting on his lap. Midorima was about to demand what she was doing, no doubt, but she smacked her hands against the headboard either side of his head. Without warning she leant in, her lips catching his Adam's Apple like she did last night, only this time Midorima let out a groan, tilting his head back. Just as she thought. Ishimura pulled back, her face centimetres away from Midorima's and he had a musty, far away look in his eye as he looked back at her.
"You're going to have to show me everything that happened last night after I did that." Ishimura wondered if Midorima could pick up how her voice was a little hoarser than usual, or the surprise look she had in her eye because she honestly hadn't meant to say anything along those lines. She was also surprised when she felt his fingers weave through her hair and pull her closer, his mouth crashing against her lips.