Karasuno Fight {One Shot Book}

The Time Of Your Lives

I started this as TanaEnno and somehow ended up with this. Hope you guys enjoy this regardless.

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It's close to one in the morning when Ennoshita arrives at the apartment with his roommates, all five of them in various states of intoxication.

Tanaka and Nishinoya were expectedly the most wasted, stumbling around and babbling gibberish to each other like a couple of toddlers. Kinoshita slams his face into the door only once (he had stumbled back in genuine surprise, but  only rubbed at the spot on his forehead for a few moments before bursting into giggles like it was the funniest shit in the world, so Ennoshita figured if he was acting like that then there was no cause for concern) before Narita coaxes him onto his back and piggybacks him through the door. Ennoshita, also expectedly, once again seemed to be the only among them not completely shitfaced.

As soon as they file into the apartment, Ennoshita shuts and locks the door behind himself, sliding the key into the pocket of his jeans with a practiced ease. Months of regular drinking nights with his roommates had gave him good reason to be confident that they were helpless in the face of a locked door, especially as drunk as they currently were.

Kinoshita giggles again, wheezy, high pitched giggles that he only produces when he's either really happy or when he's drunk, as Narita dumps him onto the couch. He smiles once at Kinoshita like the sappy boyfriend he is, then turns his back on him and makes a beeline for their shared bedroom, likely to change into something that wasn't covered in sweat and a couple of beer stains.

Nishinoya laughs as he clings to Tanaka like a baby koala, his arms dangling off Tanaka's shoulders and his legs wrapped loosely around his waist. Tanaka chuckles along with him, the sound deep and methodical in the quiet ambiance of the apartment.

"Hey, hey... Noya," Kinoshita says as he stretches himself lazily across the expanse of the couch. He holds up three fingers. "How many fingers you think I'm holding up?"

At the question, Nishinoya immediately stops in his snickering and squints at Kinoshita from his place in Tanaka's arms, his nose scrunching up cutely. "Uh... Thirteen and a half?"

Kinoshita lets out a single bark of laughter before rolling onto his stomach, his legs swinging in the air as if he was a small child. "Nah," he replies. "It was like... I dunno, twenty five?"

Ennoshita rolls his eyes fondly as he finally moves from his vigil by the front door, striding past them wordlessly and into the kitchen to retrieve a glass of water. Even with him usually being the one, if not the only, among them that was sober, he admitted that he let himself go a bit tonight. Though he had still managed to maintain his status as the sober caretaker of this band of drunk toddlers.

Kinoshita sticks his tongue out, seemingly in concentration, as he fiddles idly with his fingers, his eyes crossing a bit as he stares intensely at his own hands. "Hey, Chikara, it was twenty five, right? I lost count..."

Ennoshita rolls his eyes a second time as he leans his elbows against the counter, his water cradled carefully between both hands. "You're an idiot when you're drunk, you know that, Kinoshita?"

Kinoshita just blows a raspberry at him.

Ennoshita sighs, shaking his head lightly. "Narita," He calls out, and cringes slightly at how loud his own voice sounds ricocheting off the sides of his aching skull. "Hurry up and come deal with your boyfriend, he's being a brat again."

"Am not!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Narita's muffled reply sounds from behind the walls of the living room. "Give me a bit longer to do my hair and I'll be there in a second."

"You don't have any hair, Narita!" Ennoshita says condescendingly as he continues to nurse the water in his hands. "Stop trying to stall and get your ass in here. Your boyfriend, your responsibility."

"Aye aye, mom."

At the playful exclamation, Ennoshita can't help but smile. Tanaka and Nishinoya are as expectedly silly as they are drunk, the two of them dancing around in a clumsy waltz, laughing quietly into each other's mouths. Kinoshita had pushed himself up into a half assed seated position, still somewhat shyly playing with his fingers and giggling in amusement at Tanaka and Nishinoya's antics. Ennoshita's roommates were often idiots, stupid young adults making stupid decisions and not giving a flying fuck about any of it.

It was stupid and reckless, getting shitfaced on a Sunday, that much was apparent, but Ennoshita would be lying if he said that it didn't make things all that much more fun.