𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝

𝐁𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐬

❝𝐁𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐬❞

In the dimly lit room, Nagi and Barou stood facing off like two heavyweight fighters, both refusing to budge on who would get the coveted single bed. Nagi crossed his arms, looking as lazy as ever but still unyielding. "Come on, Barou. Just let me have it. You know, if Reo and Y/N were here, they'd just give it to me."

Barou scoffed, muscles tensing as he folded his arms. "I'm not your equal or your friend, Mr. Hassle Man. I am king," he retorted, tossing the nickname with a sneer.

Nagi frowned, rubbing the back of his neck. "Quit calling me that. Y/N might start saying it, and then it'll stick," he grumbled, making a half-hearted effort to convince Barou.

Nearby, Isagi rubbed his temples in exhaustion. "You two need to calm down. It's just a bed," he said, trying to act as a mediator. "How about we just draw straws or something?"

Barou shook his head, not interested in compromise. "Forget it. We're settling this the hard way," he declared, before dropping into a set of push-ups. "Whoever finishes their training first gets the bed."

Nagi, annoyed at the extra effort required, sneezed as dust kicked up from Barou's sudden workout. "You're making a mess," he muttered, scratching his nose. Barou glared back at him as he continued his push-ups.

"Isagi, ventilate the room," Barou ordered. "And tidy up this place. We're not animals."

Isagi groaned, but seeing the chaos—clothes strewn everywhere, unmade beds, and damp towels on the floor—he reluctantly agreed. As he picked up a few things, Barou glanced at him. "If you're going to do it, do it right. Fold them properly," he barked, setting the example by neatly folding a stray towel.

"Wow, look at Maid Barou, all domestic," Nagi quipped, yawning.

Barou shot him a dangerous look. "Shut it, Mr. Hassle Man, or I'll shove you into the closet," he growled, though there was a faint smirk pulling at his lips.

Later on, when Isagi and Nagi finally dragged themselves to practice, they noticed Barou hadn't joined them yet. Nagi was already starting to slack off, half-heartedly kicking a ball, while Isagi looked around. "What's Barou doing? He should be here by now," Isagi wondered aloud.

Nagi shrugged. "Probably polishing the floors."

The sound of weights clinking in the corner negated his guess. Barou was deep into his daily workout, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead as he pumped iron with a determined expression. Nagi called out, "Hey, Barou! Enough of that. Come practice."

Barou didn't break his rhythm, his focus still laser-sharp. "I'll have forty more minutes," he replied, his tone firm. "You two can wait, or just keep practicing on your own."

Isagi stepped up, a spark of competitive spirit flashing in his eyes. "Then I'll join you! Let's see if I can keep up."

Barou gave a low chuckle. "Fine. Don't blame me if you can't handle it," he said. Isagi grabbed a set of weights, and after a beat, Nagi dragged himself over, sighing. "Guess I'm doing this too. No way I'm falling behind Isagi," he muttered.

After a grueling training session, the three of them returned to their room, drenched in sweat. As Nagi and Isagi entered, their eyes widened in surprise. Barou was already sprawled across the single bed, fast asleep, having obviously taken it while they were still training.

"Are you kidding me?" Nagi grumbled, looking at Barou's sleeping form with a mixture of annoyance and reluctant admiration. "He beat me to it."

Isagi shook his head, but then noticed the room was spotless. "Well, at least 'Maid Barou' cleaned up," he remarked, seeing the clothes folded neatly and the room in pristine order.

Nagi yawned and shrugged. "Too much hassle to argue. I'll just take the top bunk," he said, climbing up without further complaint.

Isagi looked at his unfortunate spot on the bottom bunk and sighed. "Great, guess I get the worst bed," he muttered, resigning himself to the uncomfortable position. Meanwhile, Barou continued to sleep peacefully, oblivious to the frustration he'd caused.

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In the now tidy room, Nagi shifted in his sleep, mumbling unintelligibly at first, until fragments of his sleepy monologue became clearer. "Yeah, Reo... she's... really something," he whispered, sounding almost wistful. "You like Y/N too, huh?" He turned, his face relaxed but clearly deep in a dream. "Maybe... I could share her with you. If she really wants... but you only get half."

Isagi, lying a few feet below, snorted in surprise, inching closer to hear. Barou, meanwhile, rolled his eyes, barely able to contain his disdain. "If this idiot put half as much energy into training as he does into obsessing over some girl, he might actually be a decent striker," he grumbled, expecting Isagi to chime in with a mocking comment.

But to Barou's shock, Isagi leaned over, eyeing Nagi's sleep-talking form with unexpected interest. His lips rounding as he whispered near Nagi's ear, "What about Isagi? Would you share her with me, too?"

Nagi shifted again, a faint smile on his sleeping face as he muttered, "Isagi... don't know. Don't think so..." He paused, almost contemplative in his sleep. "'M too selfish..."

Isagi sighed, clearly miffed by the disappointing response. Barou, on the other hand, had had enough. With an exaggerated sigh, he threw his blanket off, stood up, and stomped toward the door, muttering, "I swear, you all make me sick. Wasting your time like this... I'm getting a steak."

Neither Isagi nor Nagi, who was still blissfully lost in his dreams, paid him any mind. Isagi leaned back with a sigh, discontent with the odd little exchange, while Nagi continued his sleep-talking reverie, unaware of the stir he'd caused. 

Barou mutters curses under his breath as he makes his way to the cafeteria, resolving to find something worth his time. "A nice steak," he tells himself. "At least meat doesn't talk back."