Let's dance baby | Sakuatsu

1: Speaker Phone

Kiyoomi Sakusa's Point Of View 

"What do ya wan't ya varmint?!" Osamu vocalized, picking up his phone after declining a good four times. He left the phone on speaker, placing it beside his laptop where he worked on who knows what.

Besides Osamu, the five of us sat on the couch, either doing something random or looking at our phones. Nobody really seemed interested in eaves dropping, though there was a silence between the five of us.

"Oh so ya finally answer. Lemme come over." A boy, who I assume is his twin considering the familiar accent, replied through the phone.

"I already told ya no. If ya wanna go somewhere we can, I got roommates."

"Yeh so? I wanna go there."

"Nah yer too loud, they'd hate ya."

"Everybody loves me! In my opinion, as yer brother I should be able to see yer house. Ya gotta expect lotsa visits since ya chose to live away from me." The boy slurred.

"Yer opinions ain't worth a lick, why do ya wanna come 'ere so badly?"

There was a short silence before a sigh came from the other side of the phone. I continued scrolling through my phone while hearing the conversation between Osamu and his brother, as well as the faint sounds from both the tv and Kenma's switch.

"Gah, 'Samu yer roommate is so fuckin' hot."

These words made all five of us glance towards the phone. Hajime had a grin on his lips, glancing at us. Osamu grabbed his phone, standing up. He walked towards us, putting a finger to his lips.

"Yeh and which roommate do ya mean?" Osamu asked, leaning over the couch. I rolled my eyes, looking back towards my phone. Though in all honesty, I was a little curious.

"Ion know he was in yer instagram picture."

"'Sumu all of my roommates are in there." Osamu sighed, adjusting his stance. "Describe em."

"Agh curls that're the spittin' image of a models, jaw sharper that pap's sickle back home."

"Ya mean Kiyoomi?" Osamu asked, smirking at me. I looked up with a confused expression, glancing at the phone in Osamu's hand.

"Gah, even his name is pretty. I'm fixin' to rip the clothes off him. Lemme come over so I can test that out~" Osamu's brother had a smirk in his tone as he said the sentence. Besides me, everybody seemed to burst out into a fit of laughter. My cheeks were pink as I looked Osamu in the eye, quirking a brow.

"Oh bless yer heart 'Sumu. He heard that." Osamu chuckled. There was a silence from the other line before a muffled shreik met my ears. By the sounds of it, his face might have either drained from all color or saturated a shade of crimson.

"I change ma mind. I ain't ever comin' there. He ain't know what I look like so dun show him a pic of me." He said after a pause, his accent sounded a lot thicker than Osamu's.

"Yeh I reckon he'll figure out pretty quickly when he sees yer face 'round campus." Osamu chuckled. The boy huffed in shame before ending the phone call, leaving Osamu to laugh to himself.

"Mind datin' ma brother?" Osamu teased, mocking his brother's awful first impression.

"Anyone with that personality can stay a good ten feet away from me at all times." I deadpanned, rolling my eyes.

"Aye just 'cuz he's a dork don't mean ya can make funna him." He said, glaring at me.

"Weren't you the one who just humiliated him?" Kenma asked, not taking his eyes off of his switch. I scoffed, scrolling back through instagram on my phone.