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(modern, roommates au. gender neutral reader) chigiri, y/n, aryu learn the importance of consent, even if it involves touching someone's hair or making them lose theirs.
"oh, i'm so done with him," chigiri groans, throwing his bag across the room of their shared apartment.
"who?" y/n asks, not bothering to look up from their compact mirror. but what's there to look for when you're already attractive as hell?
chigiri plops down on the floor next to y/n. "aryu. he fucking touched my hair today, specifically the strands you took two hours waving for me."
"yeah, i did such a good job." y/n giggles.
"and now they're ruined. i'm so sick of him." chigiri leans on his roommate and sighs. "you can always wave them again for me, so it's fine, i guess."
y/n shuts their compact mirror. they straighten up, causing chigiri to follow suit. except he nearly falls to the ground.
"or," they say, a grin creeping up on their face. chigiri doesn't know if he should rejoice that y/n's about to drop some life-changing but maybe illegal plan on them. "we could put nair in his shampoo for his own hair."
chigiri lights up and jumps to wrap his arms around y/n. the thud it sends when they fall on the floor might have their neighbours call on them again. chigiri could care less when aryu's life is about to be ruined.
"if he doesn't get off of my ass after this, then i might just have to commit a full crime," chigiri mutters against their shirt.
y/n laughs, and chigiri can feel the bubbling motion of their chest against his head. "what better way to get him to stop touching your hair than making him lose his."
"as much of a genius as you are, how are we gonna do this?" chigiri questions, sitting up as he twirls the curled ends of his hair, a work crafted by his roommate, y/n. he felt really pretty today until aryu went ahead and twirled his hair for no reason.
y/n lifts themself. they dust their ass before pulling chigiri's hand to help him up.
the corners of y/n's mouth tug up into a smile, that seems too innocent for the mischief they're about to plan. "i know just how. i'll debrief you on the plan as we go on it. don't worry, i'll lead all the major stuff."
chigiri thought he was seeing an angel for a moment.
"you're gonna wash my dishes for a month, though," y/n says, staring straight at chigiri.
"fucking hell."
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"are you sure this is an actual working plan?" chigiri whisper-yells, hiding behind a wall with y/n.
they roll their eyes. "just trust me. if i can wave your hair with a straightener, then i can do anything i desire."
"i don't even know what the hell we're gonna do, you didn't tell me shit at all! are you sure this is safe?"
"no, no. i got this. now shush." y/n presses their finger on chigiri's lips. "we're about to ruin your lovely aryu's life." they press even harder, it's beginning to be uncomfortable for chigiri now.
chigiri slaps their hand away. "he is not mine."
"might as well be with the way he runs around to find you."
"he literally owns a beauty salon, and he's doing that 'cause he likes my hair too fucking much."
"and i'm doing this because i love you. now shut up," y/n says, poking their head out to the hallway. "aryu just left the bathroom in a robe. his hair doesn't seem to be wet, so i think he's coming back."
"why would he do that?"
"how would i know? just...." y/n swiftly gets up and steps into the hallway. "come here. let's go."
they nod to the crime scene's destination, and don't wait for chigiri to follow after them.
this might end up as a real case of manslaughter.
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"are you sure this is the plan?" chigiri asks again, holding what appears to be aryu's shampoo bottle still.
"yes or not, it's too late to back down now," y/n says, squirting nair into the bottle labelled 'shampoo' in cursive.
"i feel like this is going to go-"
the door slams open, revealing aryu in his robe and a gps tracker in his hand. "what are you both doing?!"
"-really wrong."
"chigiri! you jinxed it!" y/n groans.
just as chigiri is about to defend himself, y/n snatches his wrist and he nearly stumbles from how hasty y/n makes a run for it.
but not before squirting the last bit in the nair bottle on aryu's head.
"don't touch chigiri's hair again!" they yell, throwing the bottle on aryu's feet, making him wince and drop the gps tracker.
"what- this is so not it!" aryu shrieks, twirling his hair back out of habit. "oh, god! that burns!" he flails his hand that unfortunately touched the shampoo.
he shakes his head in an attempt to swerve some of the liquid off. although some successfully did end up on the floor and walls, most of them got deeper into his hair.
"oh my- ah, no more time to dilly dally! chigiri, y/n, get over here!" he throws his hair back comically, before facing forward to sprint.
only to slip on the nair bottle y/n had thrown beneath his feet.
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"we should be safe here, phew," y/n breathes out, sliding on some random wall. their grasp on chigiri's wrist loosens. "my left foot hurts more than the other for some reason."
chigiri leans next to them, using his hand to circle his reddened wrist. he was practically dragged by y/n the whole way here.
"what if he gets here, though?" he asks, sitting down. y/n looks like they're
y/n snorts. "there's no way he'll find us with nair up his ass."
"up whose ass?" a threateningly familiar voice asks.
chigiri and y/n freeze in place, not having the balls to look up at the looming shadow.
aryu grabs a fistful of y/n's shirt and yanks them up.
they try not to burst out laughing at aryu's greasy ass hair. they look behind aryu to see strands of black hair making a pathway. shit. "pfft-" aryu glares at them. "uh, i mean, up my good friend, aryu's, of course!"
y/n laughs uncomfortably. "very dear pal of mine. hahaha..." they throw a panicked glance at chigiri. "right, chigiri?"
chigiri closes his eyes shut and does not answer.
"fuck," y/n intelligently swears. "how'd you even find us?"
"gps tracker," aryu says, tone not at all glam like his brand.
they look down and see the tracker beneath their feet. no wonder why his foot hurt so bad, it stuck on their foot when aryu dropped it.
"i smelled something fishy, so i went out to take it to the bathroom," aryu says, his breath fanning y/n's face. "turns out it was you."
"that's not the only thing that smells fishy now." y/n raises a brow at aryu's hair.
"fuck," they swear again when they see aryu lifting up the same nair bottle they threw.
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THEY DO NOT GET CHASED THE WHOLE TIME BECAUSE I DONT KNOW HOW TO WRITE PEOPLE RUNNING IM SORRY!!! hope this was fun tho cause i had fun doing it thx -kurona
