𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 '𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫 ! ! ─ 𝙠𝙤𝙯𝙪𝙢𝙚 ⋆ 𝙠

✦・5

— "Mm I think it was a waste of money"

Natsu points out the gloss that suited literally no one on this green earth. Why was it in your bag? Now that was your question.

"Can't lie to you—it definitely was" you toss the tube back into the plastic bag, the new additions to you guy's collections clouding the corner of your room where you had dropped them when you had slipped into the house as quietly as you could with bout a hundred bags and another human being.

It was a struggle but you got it done without disturbing a soul in the slumbering house.

You hadn't intended to stay out so long, you Kuroo and Natsu ended up leaving the mall just at closing, doing donuts in the empty parking lots with mixed drinks hitting the back of your throats.

Not how you planned for the night to go but you weren't one to complain for a good time.

Now it was just you and Natsu, Kuroo long gone as you went through the things you both had bought on a whim just in case they qualified to be called your own. The two of you weren't just accepting to anything in your closets.

You had to do double takes to make sure they were worth keeping y'know? And if they weren't? Regifting was always an option!

"You should give me that jumper thingy" Natsu pointed to the old looking thing, an every blossoming pattern of various orange circles like something straight out the 70's

"True—I think it'd fit your frame a bit better" you look at her size then back at the piece. For sure. You toss her the jumper, receiving a tee in return. "I swear if this bitch doesn't stop texting me"

"Who?" Immediately interested, you crane your neck to check out just who Natsu was complaining about at such a late hour. You were nosey and protective so it was just instinct to you at this point.

It couldn't be her 'boyfriend', the guy basically lived at work with his phone hardly touched.

"Some guy from Nekoma, won't stop hitting my line" she rolls her eyes. That means Haiba. But don't he got a girl now? Honestly you didn't understand what was going on between the three of them.

"Block his number—it's actually refreshing once you do it" you advise, your newly acquired t-shirt in your clutches as your hands press against your hips waiting for her extra nice excuse.

"I don't wanna be rude" she frowns. Yup there it is.

"And you don't wanna be harassed either, here I'll even do it for you" you reach for the phone which she solemnly surrenders to you

"Lifesaver"

"Always" you send her a wink, pulling the simple strings to completely erase the boys existence from her phone. Too nice for her own good, you weren't about to let her make such feeble excuses just cause she refuses to be seen as mean.

You toss her phone onto your bed, soaking up the warmth of your duvet when you plop down next to it "Get over here, you get bed privileges remember?" You don't let just anyone sit on your bed, hell, it's hard to even get the privilege of hanging in your room. It was a safe space for you after all, you didn't need anyone tracking they're own shit into your room. But Natsu fell in that small category of people allowed in.

"But the floor is comfy" as much as you wanted to agree with her, this wasn't her house floor we were talking about, the comfortably laid floorboards. No this was your house, the 'painful to sit on' floors. What did you think the beanbags were for? Decorations?

"You know good and well that floor is stiff as hell, get up here"

"Fine" she rolls her eyes and flops down beside you, face down until she resurfaces to rest on her side "Sooo...Kuroo?"