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THE DEAFENING — sound of Ikkaku's alarm made [name]'s eyes flutter open, fingers desperately trying to rub the tiredness out of her eyes that lingered from yesterday's events. At least she didn't have a hangover.
As she sat up and left the bedroom she had crashed in, she looked around the room. Ikkaku had fallen asleep on the ground, still knocked out, and Yumichika was busy walking around the kitchen.
"Goodmorning darling. Slept well?" "Yes, thank you Yumi. You?" "I did, thank you for asking. Coffee?" "Yes please."
Without further ado the male prepared her a much needed cup, humming in the process in attempt to brighten up the tiring morning. The two enjoyed their shortlived moment of peace before an angry Ikkaku stood up, swinging his fists around in the air, complaining about why no one had woken him up.
"Listen man, we tried. You were so fast asleep, you didn't even feel the book that Yumi dropped onto your stomach." "He did what?" "My cue to go!" The shorthaired male smiled, rushing towards his own bathroom to get ready for the day.
Ikkaku didn't waste any more time, knowing his efforts of scolding those two was fruitless in the end. Instead, he gestured for [name] to follow him into his room.
"You're lucky you left some of your clothes last time you visited. I wanted to throw them away but shitface told me they're yours." "Right. Atleast SOMEONE does their best to remember what I wear." "Hey, I've seen lots of clothes! Not my fault they're all starting to look the same in my eyes."
With a playful nudge she chased the male out of the room, stepping into the bathroom attached to his room to take a hot, much needed shower.
THE TWO — were very lucky when it came to renting a dorm. Theirs happened to be one of the few that had two seperate bathrooms, perfect for situations like this! Obviously such a feature came with a higher rent prize, but nothing the men couldn't handle.
Stepping out, the girl stared at her reflection in the mirror, admiring her features, fingers carefully combing through her hair's lenght.
One of the benefits of Ikkaku being a huge womanizer was the amount of female products scattered across his room. Be it perfume, make up or even cute accessories, whatever got left here without being asked back for ultimately ended up in her possession. This time she caught hold of the cutest lipgloss, the pinkish tone complementing her lips.
After getting dressed she touched up her make up, something she always carried around no matter how small the purse, and walked out.
