Rivals Are My Friends (YanSim Male Rivals)

Midnight Cookies (1/2)

The first thing Osano immediately noticed when he was rudely awakened, once again by a system so repetitive that he should be used to it,was how bright it was in his room. Not the blasting noise of some anime he can't even be bothered to decipher at the moment. Not Hanako playing cards on his bed instead of using the perfectly good desk across the room (And Hanako better not give him some bullshit excuse of how he couldn't use it because he saw his homework laying perfectly still on the desk, currently not being done.) It was how blindly bright his room was in the morning. All the curtains were drawn wide open, letting in the full effects of the sun's morning rays. The light poured in from the hallways and seeped into the room through the cracked bedroom door. And the useless presence of his bedroom light being on. It was an absolute circus of sunshiney goodness assaulting Osano's eyes. Couldn't he just have one day, one hour or something, that could provide total comforting darkness.

Hanako takes notice of his friend's awakening, stopping in the middle of playing solitaire. "Good morning, Osa--" a hand is immediately slapped over his mouth.

"No." Osano firmly states as he could already feel a greeting too cheerful to his liking coming up. He did not have enough energy to deal with it right now nor ever. He swings his legs out the bed, completely ignoring the fact he knocked over the cards and almost kicking Hanako in the face--which he rightfully deserves for waking him up so early once again--and sits hunched over, letting out a sound that sounded like a dying whale before officially dragging himself out of bed. Another day, another non existent yen. "Where's your study buddy? You and him are usually huddled at my desk like it's a dumpster fire."

"Oh, Amao got a call from one of his members saying there was something wrong with the cooking club's kitchen. He went to school extra early to check it out. So it will just be the three of us walking to school today~!"

"Hanako, I know you're absolutely terrible at math, but from what I see, it looks like it's only going to be two of us." Just like old times, which was only about three weeks ago. Osano gets to the bathroom and upon opening the door, immediately reels back at the sudden blast of artificial light. Great, just what he needed, more light in the morning. Once his eyes adjust to the light and the room and everything in it, he groans in distaste at the sight. "No, hell no. Get out."

Kizano looks away from the mirror and stops in the middle of fixing and brushing his hair. "Um, excuse me. I'm doing something here, peasant."

"Yeah, in MY bathroom. You're fixing YOUR hair in MY house in MY bathroom, with MY brush--" He points at the obviously orange hairbrush in hand. "See how many things that are mine outweigh what belongs to you?" The mini rant seemed to do little as the purple-haired boy stopped listening half way and went back to brushing his hair like a fair maiden in waiting. Osano continues to glare for a moment before sighing and rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Fuck it. I'm too tired for this." He walks in further and closes the door, walking over to the shower. "Why don't you just take my room and my bed too while you're at it? Hell, I'll throw in my soul for a discount."

"Mm, your bed is too small, Darling. Besides, it looks like it provides poor back support in the night. Doesn't it?" Kizano doesn't get a response but he hears the rustling of fabric. He turns to see Osano taking off his shirt, immediately shrieking at the sight. "W-What are you doing?!"

"About to climb Mount Fuji. What does it look l'm doing?" Osano turns the knob of the shower, letting the water run and rain down as he moves to take off his pants. "I mean, you wanted to stay in here, so..."

"To brush my hair, you fool! Not to...! Not to...!" Kizano sputters, his cheeks growing redder by the second as Osano takes off his pants and goes to his boxers with no sign of stopping for Kianoz's sanity. "Ugh!" He grabs the hairbrush and storms out the bathroom. "You're disgustingly crude, Najimi!" Osano laughs at the other's embarrassment. It makes him wonder how Kizano fairs in the locker room during PE.