𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 ~ 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚢𝚞𝚞

TsukiYama

カラオケ

A/N: I just really love that photo^
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"Oya! Lets go!" Kuroo, one of the three roommates smacked the ass of Tsukishima who stood staring mindlessly into the fridge.

"Do that one more time, and I'm dumping your expensive shampoo out the window." He paused, glaring at the other spiky haired boy who was now laughing in the doorway to the hall, "Same goes for you and your hair gel."

The laughing stopped abruptly.

"Well damn, at least close the fridge. It's been 8 minutes and the electricity bill is gonna be fatter than my ass." Bokuto replied.

"He's got a point." A sentence from the voice of Akaashi, the last of the roommates and boyfriend to Bokuto said.

Tsukishima sighed in an unspoken defeat and shut the door, returning to the pull-out bed couch and putting his headphones back on.

The apartment was one bedroom, shared by four boys. The reason being: only 2 had jobs, and rent was high in the city. They managed as university students, though more often than not, things got chaotically out of hand and needed saving by Akaashi.
The bathroom and sleeping situations weren't exactly ideal, but Tsukishima slept on the couch, the owls took the solo bed, and Kuroo used a blowup which he alternated with Tsukishima for biweekly.

"No, nope, come on, let's go." Kuroo snatched the nearby phone before Tsukishima could put any music on.

He pushed his thick, black, framed glasses up his nose, "I have said all week that I am not going to Karaoke, I don't know why you expect me to suddenly agree."

"Come on!!" Bokuto wailed dramatically, "Students get in free tonight!! Hear that? F R E E!! So get up and let's go, my arm aches from holding this door for so long."

Akaashi then added his two cents, "I won't sing either, but if you come, we can film the both of them."

"OYA OYA!!" Kuroo and Bokuto yelled in unison, "That was not part of the plan." Kuroo stated. Akaashi half smirked.

The loud voices awoke one of the asshat cranky neighbours, resulting in Kuroo being thrown into a fit of laughter as Bokuto slammed the front door shut and curled up in a ball on the floor in embarrassment.

"The sun is already setting. If we want to go, let's go now." Akaashi said, grabbing his coat off the labeled hanger in the crampt entry way.

"Won't you please join us?" Bokuto whined in a stupid accent as he crawled across the manky floor all the way to Tsukishima, pleading with the worst puppy eyes the blond had ever seen.

"Oh please stop that, I'm gonna puke."

"Is that a yes?"

He thought about it for a moment,
"Fine."

An eruption of hollering from Bokuto could probably have been heard both a floor up and down from them.

"Let's leave before we get another noise complaint or eviction notice, shall we?" Akaashi asked rhetorically, leading the two who shared a singular brain cell out the door and to the elevator with Tsukishima following.

"I cannot believe I agreed to this."
Tsukishima groaned, squinting through the blinding flashes of multicolored lights in the waiting area.

The venue was small, the singular room being about the size of a large classroom. There was a small stage area, equipped with five mics running the length of it, and opposite was a bar.
When their eyes finally adjusted to the dark area, Tsukishima noticed the sheer volume of students, none of which were by any means sober.