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ℭ𝔥𝔢𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔰 𝔄𝔯𝔢 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔱𝔥𝔶

 Kendo left her house on Sunday morning after a healthy breakfast of sugar-free granola and fruit. She banged on Tetsutetsu's door.

Her half-asleep neighbour opened up, shirtless despite the cool air. "Kendo?" He yawned. "It's seven in the morning?"

"Get some clothes on and get your ass out here, we're going to Monoma's house."

The silver-haired boy yawned again. "Fineeee."

Ten minutes later, the two of them arrived at Monoma's house, letting themselves in with the key that Monoma's parents left hidden under the azalea shrub.

Kendo flung open the door to her friend's bedroom. "FBI open up," she said, loud enough to alert him of her presence but not to disturb Monoma's parents.

Monoma opened one eye, and, seeing who it was, threw a pillow at her. It missed, and the wall instead.

"Get up," she snapped.

"Go awaaaaayyyyyy," the blond moaned into his mattress.

Kendo realised talking wouldn't work, so she traipsed over to Monoma's bed and ripped his blanket off of him.

"Eeee," he squirmed at the sudden cold. "Gimme back my blanket..."

"You can have it when you get up."

Monoma rubbed his eyes and sat up, shivering. "Okay, okay... 'm up."

"Shower, now," she instructed.

"Whyy," he groaned, shutting his eyes and flopping back onto the bed.

Kendo rolled her eyes. God, this boy. Grabbing his arm, she dragged him onto the carpeted floor. He hit the ground with a thud.

"Why are you doing this to meeee?" he whinged.

"It's your date today! You have to look good... or at least clean," she wrinkled her nose.

Monoma pulled himself up off the floor, fully awake now. "Itsuka! I don't even like the guy..."

"Keep telling yourself that," she muttered quietly.

"What?"

"Nothing. Go shower, stinky."

Monoma obeyed, heading for the bathroom and turning on the tap. Warm water streamed down his back. He'd almost, almost, forgotten about his second date with Hitoshi. The other boy had done the asking, which was good for Monoma, right? That meant he liked him; he'd be getting his money soon enough, surely?

Drying his hair with a fluffy white towel, he wrapped another one around his waist and returned to his bedroom.

Kendo was standing in front of his wardrobe, surveying the outfit options.

Monoma held up a hand. "You're not going to let me have much say in this, I can tell. My only rule: no skirts. Or high socks." Tetsutetsu opened his mouth, but Monoma cut him off. "No cat-eared headbands."

"Damn," Tetsutetsu sighed.

Kendo huffed out a laugh. "Fine. Well, where're you going. I can decide the dress code from there."

"A cat café. Not my choice, by the way."

"Causal, then."

"If you say so."

"Go blow-dry your hair," she instructed, "TT, get yourself some healthy food."

"Yes, Mother," the boys chorused jokingly.

She shook her head at them and turned back to the cupboard. "Hmmm. Have to make him look good." After much scrutiny, she chose a pair of black slacks, a soft cream-coloured shirt, black crocheted infinity scarf, black slip-on shoes, and a brown double-buttoned coat, a gift Kendo had gotten him last year.

Monoma returned with fluffed-up hair. "Where's my comb," he muttered. "Ah." He located it and brushed it into his usual sleek 3/7 style.

"Get dressed," Kendo thrust the clothes at him. "God, where is TT?"

They heard a shout from their silver-haired friend downstairs.

"Probably struggling to make toast," Monoma retorted as he changed into the chosen outfit.

"I swear, that guy has one braincell."

Monoma straightened and glanced at himself in the mirror. "Not bad," he said, complimenting Kendo more than himself.

Tetsutetsu returned, balancing two bowls of Cheerios.

"What part of that is healthy?" Kendo demanded.

"Cheerios are healthy," he enthused. "They're brown. Froot Loops are the bad ones, cause they're coloured. Plus, there's calcium in the milk"

"Seriously? There's no milk in there," Kendo stated, bewildered at his stupidity.

He looked down at the bowls. "Oh," he said, hollowly.

"Whatever, it's fine," Monoma took a bowl from his friend and ate a crunchy, sweet spoonful.

"You two would have diabetes if it weren't for your parents."

Together, they said, "Yup."