Enmu, the complete opposite of Akaza: slept with almost all the male teachers in the school; seduced the entire sports team; never cared for the people around him and was a complete and total whore. The only reason Douma, Kokushibo and Muzan slept with him was they were drunk and horny but they hated it completely. Enmu only sucked the tip of Muzan's dick; he rubbed Douma's dick the wrong way and Kokushibo was constantly told to slow down.
The three never wanted to speak about it but Enmu never let a day pass without telling them about that terrible night. They had been avoiding him but somehow, he had their numbers.... And dorm number
Enmu walked through the hallway, passing multiple doors, his eyes locked onto the only door he desperately needed to go through and walk out not being able to walk. He stood in front of the door gripping his cross-body bag and biting his bottom lip, so confident he had lube and condoms in the bag, his knuckles hit the hard wood making noises that caused light foot steps to walk towards the door from the other side.
"Uhmmm? Hello..." Akaza said confused
Enmu's mouth contorted into a sneer as he set his eyes on the pinkette.
"Who the fuck are you?" Enmu asked; pushing past Akaza and walking in.
A rude himbo, was the only phrase to describe Enmu.
Plopping on the chair he took out his phone and began texting someone, giggling as the phone would buzz, signalling a response from the person.
Akaza was completely puzzled, a random person; he doesn't know just walked into the dorm and cursed at him...
"Oi! You deaf?"
The pinkette had never been shocked in his life, he had met a lot of rude people in the years he had been alive but never people who barged into his dorm and insulted him.
'Who the fuck do you think you are?!'
The thought echoed in Akaza's mind as his lips quivered and tightened, trying to stop him from saying something that would cause someone to run out of the door crying. Clearing his throat he introduced himself,
"I'm Akaza..."
Putting his phone down, Enmu looked Akaza dead in the eyes and said,
"Okay Azaka, go get me Douma."
As Akaza walked towards the blonds room he made a mental note to one day have the courage to punch a bitch in the face, standing in front of the door of the blond he realized the possibility of him being asleep...
"Hey..."
Akaza jolted in fright hearing the voice behind him,
"Morning, Muzan." He greeted turning around
"Why are you outside of Douma's room?" Muzan questioned. " He normally wakes up at mid-day."
Akaza let out a defeated sigh as he recalled all the other times he had to drag Douma out of bed.
"Theirs someone waiting for him," "He has black hair and the tips of it are pink bu-"
Before Akaza could complete his sentence, he was pulled by the wrist into the red eyed man's room. Though he was surprised by the actions, his face was completely red as a little voice echoed in his head.
'He better be doing it raw...'
As he heard the door lock behind them he almost passed out from the blood rushing to his face, turning around Muzan began to speak.
"Akaza, don't say anything-"
"Muzan!" "Please open the door!"
The whiny voice seemed to ring through the door, causing Muzan's face to contourt into a scowl, knocking on the door and cooing his name, it was evident that Enmu was puckering his lips together, trying to sound sexy...
"Akaza, act as if I pulled you into the bed." Muzan whisper yelled.
Saying that, Muzan grabbed Akaza by the waist; laying back into the bed; holding Akaza tightly and nuzzling into his neck...
"I'm coming in~"
The door then opened; a frustrated groan escaped Enmu's throat, voicing his disdain for the image in front of him, Akaza then began to squirm in Muzan's grip.
Shooting his hands up, Muzan wrapped his arms around Akaza's entire body, rendering Akaza immobile but at the same time scaring him a bit. Two muscular arms holding him close and showing no sign of letting go, he tried to stop himself from melting into the touch but his efforts where useless as his body atomatically snuggle closer into Muzan. His hands moving once more, one to the top of his head and twirling short strands of pink hair between his fingers while the other pulled him closer.
"I'm leaving!"
Loud footsteps echoed through the hall as Enmu stormed off, the door loudly shutting shortly after.
"I hate this academy." Muzan mumbled
"Hmm?" "Why?" Akaza asked
"Our dorms are entire apartments..."
Akaza let out a soft hum, agreeing with the statement...
An exaggerated cough then came from the doorway, as both looked to the direction they saw their two dorm mates standing there with a look of slight anger plastered on their faces.
"Mind if we join~" a fake smile creeping onto his face.
The smile soon disappeared as he saw Muzan secretly flipping them off...
"Mother fucker..." Whispered kokushibo
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