Are You Shitting Me? | OHSHC Fanfic

A Day In A Starving Artist's Life!

[ʸᵉˢ ᴵ ᵈʳᵉʷ ᵗʰⁱˢ, ᶜʳᵉᵈⁱᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ ˡᵐᶠᵃᵒ]

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Shawty's like a melody in my head

That I can't keep out

Got me singin' like

Na na na na everyday

It's like my iPod's stuck on replay

Replay-ay-ay-ay

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"Awh foo, you hit the home button again!"

"Did I?? Was that me??? How do I undo it?!"

I ᑫᑌIᑕKᒪY hit the home button on my controller, prompting the game to continue. I noticed Tamaki's character fumble around the screen, shooting in all different directions. My attempts at ignoring his blatant noobness proved futile as one moment I was checking up on how he was doing and the next my character lay dead on the floor.

"I FUCKED YOUR MOM LAST NIGHT BITCH," I yelled into my headset and a series of unintelligible screams followed before I exited the match, "This bugs man," I calmly stated as if I didn't just ear rape my mic just now. I noticed Tamaki looked at me like he was gonna get jumped but I grinned at him, "I'm not as bad as you though."

Tamaki sulked, "I don't get it. A to jump, X to shoot and then I'm lost! I don't even know who's on my team!" The blonde flailed his arms around as I merely set my controller down on the table, "Well, perfect time for a break, yeah?"

Now you guys may be wondering what Tamaki of all people is doing in my house on my day off. Simple, he forced himself inside. Also, I promised I'd play games with him one day so yeah here we are now. I don't mind his company either, come on Y/n admit it, the blonde is a great friend.

Tamaki's gaze followed me into the kitchen, where I opened the fridge and skimmed it.

"So, where's your family at?" Tamaki casually asked.

I thought for a bit, "Working. Valerie should be here soon though--Do you want something to drink? My mom made banana milk last night."

The blonde abruptly stood up, "Fresh banana milk? I never thought commoners had the time!" His eyes glisten, "I mean, I didn't mean for it--"

I cut off his tangent with the sound of the jug hitting the counter, "Chiiiiiiiiiilll..." I poured the man a cup of the magic milk and slid it towards him, "Drink up shawty."

"Thank you very much," Tamaki said timidly whilst bowing his head, he took a sip and immediately lit up, "This taste is....extraordinary! Out of this world! Magnificent!" He proceeded to twirl around the living room like a ballerina. My eyes bored into his figure as I wondered how much energy can fit into that tiny twinkie man's body.