( ͡° ᴥ ͡°) — chapter seven "this is not what you think"
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"I'M SO READY FOR BED."
Hiyori felt a faint ghost of a chuckle escape her lips when she had just strolled into her bedroom. She had just finished helping Kugisaki to her room, since the girl was a stumbling mess and Hiyori didn't want to just abandon her. Fushiguro offered to take Hiyori's place, but she waved the dark-haired man away — saying he had already gone above and beyond just showing up with the first years for the party.
So, after assisting the brunette to a new change of clothes, taking off all her makeup, and practically tucking her into bed — Hiyori's drunkness had started to fade away and exhaustion was urging her body to collapse to slumber. She groggily walked to her own room, swinging open the door. Luckily, she had already taken her makeup off with Kugisaki, so she didn't have to worry about that.
She stripped of her black crop top and skirt, leaving her simply in her underwear. Hiyori slipped on a pair of grey shorts, and then an oversized shirt — it had the cast of her favorite manga on it so you know it, One Piece. The comfortability of the clothes practically made her swoon in a gentle happiness. She stretched her arms out while heading towards her bed, and she peeled back the comforter to jump in.
But much to Hiyori's surprise, there was already a human being laying there.
"Shit!" Hiyori gasped, immediately dropping the soft comforter. But even in the darkness, she could recognize the fuzzy pink hair and who it belonged to. "Jesus, Yuji, you scared the shit out of me."
But even with Hiyori's extremely loud reaction, the slumbering Yuji didn't even seem to flinch. He must've been completely hammered at the party, and drunkenly mistaken her room for his own room. She laughed while shaking her head, in disbelief.
Hiyori didn't dare move Yuji, the gentle snoring and his sprawled out body made her warmly smile at her best friend — she didn't want to ruin that. She pondered going to Yuji's room and just sleeping in his bed, instead, but she disliked the idea of sleeping in a male's bed.
Her face pinched into desperation, the tiredness racking her body and the lingering liquor in her system made her brain feel like it was being fried. So, Hiyori shrugged defeatedly, and collapsed into her bed.
( ͡°? ͡°)
"Do you think we should wake them?"
"I would say no, but Gojo's gonna be here any second — and they're not ready for the mission."
