SDRA2 OTP Extravaganza

Disordered Scenario (Hajikei/Hajime Makunouchi x Nikei Yomiuri)

Sidebloggable Prompt: "After an Argument"

Tumblr Prompt: https://otpprompts.tumblr.com/post/124232361884/person-a-and-person-b-are-in-a-heated-argument/amp

"Person A and Person B are in a heated argument. Mid-argument Person A starts to get the hiccups and Person B is trying their best not to laugh."

***

It wasn't often that the students of Hope's Peak Academy invited each other over for dinner, but for the ones who had a bond deeper than just friendship, they had dinner together often so they could check up on each other.

The five Children of Utsuro alternated whose dorm they would have dinner in, though Mikado would always bring a feast for them to eat. The 'host' of that night had to clean up their dorm to at least pretend to look neat, and they all sat at their dining room tables together.

Tonight, it was Emma's day to 'host' their dinner, and everyone showed up on time except for one. As Mikado began to put tonight's food on the table, Hajime looked towards the door yet again. "When the hell's Nikei showing up?" he questioned. "I sent him a text about the dinner, but he didn't respond at all."

"That's Nikei for you, never responding to texts once he's found a scoop," Emma sighed, shaking her head.

"So...he won't be joining us?" Mikado asked, a hint of disappointment in his voice. "What a shame, I was looking forward to his little tantrums."

"You look forward to those...?" Iroha quietly muttered, but she silenced herself immediately when the wizard turned to look at her.

But just in the nick of time, the door finally opened. Everyone's heads turned to the door to see Nikei in the doorway, out of breath as he held onto the doorframe. "Sorry, I sprinted all the way here..." the journalist explained, and he went inside while closing the door behind him. "Did I miss anything...?"

"No, you arrived right on time," Hajime assured him, beckoning Nikei to a seat beside him.

Nikei settled down in his seat and draped his coat over the back of his chair. "Jesus, what is that, chicken salad? It looks good, pass me some of that," he requested, and the bowl was passed to him as he started to fill his plate.

Ten minutes later, Nikei had finished his first plate and had gotten seconds of dinner, and Nikei noticed that there was one pizza slice left. He tried to reach for it, but Hajime gently pushed his hand away. "I don't think you should be having that."

"The fuck? What do you mean," Nikei grumbled, glaring at the boxer. "I'm hungry, so I'm having it."

"Yeah, but you just ate a whole bunch of food, eating a lot more will make you sick," the boxer reasoned. "And the fact that you just ran around a lot, that won't help the food settle at all. And that's not even mentioning the calorie count of pizza."

"Uh, guys?" Emma tried to interrupt, but she was ignored.

"Calorie count?! Are you the one who tells me that I need to gain more weight in the first place to 'be healthy' or some shit?!" The journalist laughed and shook his head. "And even dissing Mikado's food in front of him, it's a wonder your ass hasn't been kicked yet- HIC!" Nikei covered his mouth with one hand and rubbed his chest with the other, realizing that he was getting the hiccups.

"Guys..." Emma sighed, but was ignored again. The actress was the master of holding her giggles in, but Iroha wasn't that good and began to quietly laugh.

"I've got nothing against his food, I just don't want you to get sick, Nikei!" Hajime reminded, holding in his own snickers to preserve the smaller man's dignity. "We all know that you disregard your own health a lot, and you don't exactly have the best track record for medical emergencies!"

"And what would you - HIC! - rather I have instead, cup noodles?! I - HIC! - hate ramen, but it's easy to make! Mikado didn't make - HIC! - us work for food, so why should we disregard it?!"

"Well, it's not like you have a choice in the matter," Mikado loudly interjected, "because Ms. Nijiue took the last slice a minute ago."

All eyes turned to Iroha, who was already nibbling at the crust nervously. "U-Um... I thought the argument was going to end with Hajime refusing to let Nikei eat the piece anyway...?" the painter tried to awkwardly explain. 

Nikei sighed and drank the full glass of water in front of his plate, soothing his chest and ridding himself of his hiccups. After that, he just stood up from the table, grabbing his empty plate. "Thank you for dinner," he told Mikado in a monotone voice. "I'm heading back."

The others knew that it was pointless to stop him from going, he would just put up a fight and leave out of spite. The boxer wondered if maybe he had gone too far in his scolding, and if he should apologize. As the journalist left Emma's dorm, Hajime decided that he would give Nikei a few hours to sulk before talking to him again.

***

Two hours later, when supper had long been finished, Hajime knocked on the door to Nikei's dorm. "Hey, Nikei? You in there?" he called, but he received no answer. He knocked again, and even rang the doorbell. He was about to call Nikei's phone, but the door suddenly opened.

A very grumpy journalist stood behind the door and blocked the way into the dorm. "Let me guess, you're going to give me another lecture about my health," Nikei stated in a deadpan voiced.

"No, not this time. I just wanted to check up on you, make sure you're alright," the blonde replied, keeping his voice calm. He didn't want to lose his patience with the eternally-stubborn journalist and get kicked out of his room before he had a chance to talk to him.

Nikei seemed to consider it, then rolled his eyes and sighed. "Whatever. Come in." The journalist opened the door wider and stood aside to let the boxer in. Hajime walked through the door, and Nikei closed it behind him.

Hajime looked around the dorm room and found that it was extremely messy, as if Nikei was only taking care of himself at the barest minimum. But he couldn't comment on that now, he still needed to talk to Nikei.

Hajime sat on the couch provided to each dorm, while Nikei sat on the arm of the couch with a disapproving look. "So, what is it that you came here to pester me about?" the journalist huffed.

The boxer swallowed his pride, knowing that having Nikei be a little more cooperative would involve humbling himself. "I just wanted to apologize for what happened. At dinner, I mean."

"What, and you couldn't just send a text?" Nikei scoffed.

"Would you actually read the text though?" Hajime immediately responded, and Nikei snickered in slight agreement. "But regardless, I'm sorry about lecturing you. I don't know how much you worked today or how much you ate in general, I shouldn't have judged you so quickly."

Nikei was silent for a moment. "Do you actually think saying 'sorry' will change anything?" he grumbled, stretching out his legs. As he suddenly lost his balance on the narrow arm of the couch, Hajime caught him with one arm and guided him back down onto the couch cushions. "...Thanks, I guess."

"Don't mention it. And no, I know it won't solve anything that already happened. But I know I upset you, so I wanted to make sure you were alright." Hajime then recalled, "I mean, Iroha was part of the reason, but it was mostly my fault, I know that. So again, I'm sorry for everything."

Nikei put on a sulking face, but he started to lean against the boxer's arm. Hajime knew that Nikei would never say that he was forgiving of anyone outright, but the journalist's actions spoke louder than his words. And based on his very honest body language, Nikei wasn't as upset at him as he was earlier.

Hajime knew that Nikei wouldn't be speaking for a little while in his sulking, so he just wrapped an arm around the journalist and pulled him closer on the couch.