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Mitsuki regretted eating that crab salad. Now she was swaying like a drunk and just as nauseous. Food poisoning, she had gotten food poisoning on the first day of their trip. She had been excited to attend the event, having waited the whole year. To her chagrin, fate wouldn’t allow it. She had to fly home after just a day. She had made Masaru had stay to present their projects. Though he was quite insistent on accompanying her home. She could handle herself, even if she felt like shit.
She unlocked the front door and dumped her bags and boots. She was too out of it to care about the mess she created. Heading towards the stairs, she paused when something caught her eye. There were a pair of bright red crocs by the door. “Kirishima’s here” she mumbled, continuing up to the second floor. Nearing the top, she heard noises coming from Katsuki’s room. She was planning to ignore them. A shout and groan later, Mitsuki decided that she didn’t want to deal with the boys damaging her new floor. Their wrestling had already left a gaping hole in the living room floor. She made her way to Katsuki’s door. A decision she would later come to regret.
When she was within five feet of the door, she heard a rhythmic thumping sound. When in arm’s reach of the knob, Katsuki yelled, “Blow my fucking back out, Eiji!” Who yelled an enthusiastic “Yessir!” The thumping went from slow and steady to what she could only describe as violent. For a moment she feared either the bed or wall would give. Mitsuki wasn’t one to get easily flustered, far from it. Though she felt heat grow in her cheeks when she heard Kirishima growl in a way she wishes she hadn’t. “You won’t be able to walk right when I’m done!”
Katsuki retorted, “Fucking...wreck me!” Mitsuki had called him a brat many times. This time around he sounded like a needy little brat. Her eyes bugged and her jaw hit the floor. She was too shocked to step away from the door. The flow of colorful words and whines from Katsuki quickly snapped her out of it. With that, she made her way to her room. She suspected that the two had feelings for each other for the past two years. Mitsuki had seen the looks the two exchanged when they assumed no one was watching. The lingering and not so subtle touching.
Locking her door, she grabbed her favorite pair of headphones and went to sleep. She’d let them know she was there later.