Rewrite the Stars | KamiJirou

Chapter 13

After the first game of Uno and a round of Bakugou screaming at them for disrupting his beauty sleep, Kaminari and Jirou played a few more games of Uno. Both of them managed to win a few rounds each. The two of them did their own separate things after that, with Kaminari asking, "Are we there yet?" Every once in a while.

At last, in around four and a half hours, the band arrived. "You have made it to your destination," Stated a voice coming from Kirishima's phone GPS.

"Finally," Bakugou grumbled, unbuckling his seat belt as the van slowed to a stop. "Took long enough."

Jirou paused her music and pulled out her earbuds, slipping them and her phone back into her purse. 

Kaminari shoved his phone into his pocket before peeking out the window. "Are we there yet?" He asked once again, his voice filled with unquestionable curiosity.

"Yes, we're here you dummy," Jirou replied, rolling her eyes.

They were now parked in front of a modern-looking hotel. The very tall building was completely white, with many glass windows on each story. The entrance had a few wide, glass doors.

"Wait, guys," Kirishima commanded. "Before we go in, here's a few things you all should know first. We booked the rooms ahead of time- there are gonna be two rooms. Me and Bakugou will share one. Kaminari and Jirou will share the other one."

Kaminari and Jirou's eyes widened at the information given. Jirou opened her mouth to protest, but Kirishima quickly reassured them, "There are two beds."

And...that sentence reminded them of that one night after the club. Both of them blushed a little at the memory, although the redhead didn't seem to notice a thing.

Cheerfully, he added, "We'll be staying two nights at this place, although you all know this already. Since it's, like," Kirishima glanced at the time on his phone before continuing, "Five PM, we can check in, go eat, and then chill at the hotel for the night."

Jirou gave a light nod.

"Sounds good," Kaminari said.

Bakugou muttered something under his breath, opening the door and going to the trunk. He pulled everyone's luggage out. "Hurry up!" He yelled impatiently the two got out of the van.

Since the van was at the entrance of the hotel, Kirishima drove off to park it while the others headed inside with their suitcases, waiting in the lobby.

Kirishima arrived inside the hotel a few minutes later, twirling a key chain around his pointer finger. He exchanged a few words with the receptionist behind the desk in the lobby, and then she handed him two card holders. Two hotel room keycards were in each, and each holder had a room number on it. Kirishima handed one with the number 510 written on it to Kaminari and Jirou. He and Bakugou's room number was 514, which was two doors down from them.

Jirou took the holder in one hand and used her other hand to pull her suitcase. The four of them got into the elevator, with Bakugou jabbing the 5 button for floor five. When the elevator reached their floor, the pairs headed to their separate rooms.

Kaminari and Jirou stepped into the medium-sized room, closing the door behind them. Two beds against one wall, with crisp white sheets and headboards made of a light colored wood. Soft, fluffy looking pillows lay on the bed, resembling giant marshmallows. 

There was a black nightstand in between the two beds, right against the wall. On top of the nightstand was a modern table lamp with a silver stand and a beige lampshade. Beside the lamp was a black digital clock which, oddly, made a ticking noise per second. Across from the beds was a TV stand, complete with a flatscreen TV that stood on top. A remote lay near the TV and so did a sheet of paper with details on the hotel.

The floors were white carpet and the thick curtains in front of the glass windows were also white. The glass windows occupied most of one wall, and it included a sliding door that opened to a balcony. 

Outside on the balcony were two beige lounge chairs, and each had a fluffy white pillow on top. Both sides and the top of the balcony were all blocked off, probably for privacy reasons. That left only one opening to the outside, the front of the balcony, which had a railing to ensure more safety. 

Inside the room, just a few feet away from the glass, were two dark-gray armchairs. A white pillow with small black polka dots sat in each. The walls of the room were all white, with some large, colorful paintings of abstract art as wall decor. All of them had black frames. The paintings added color to the otherwise very neutral-colored room. An area that was the bathroom occupied one corner of the place, right next to the room door. 

The most prominent feature however, was the fact that the entire hotel, not just their room, smelled of fresh citrus. The aroma was heavenly.

"Alright," Jirou began as she rolled her suitcase in front of the bed closest to them, laying it down on the floor. "Let's make some ground rules since we're sharing a room."

"Huh? Like what?" Kaminari asked, his brows furrowing. He was oblivious as to what she was trying to imply.

She rolled her eyes. "For example, do not go into the bathroom when one of us is already in there."

"Ohh," Kaminari replied. It made sense to him now. "How about don't spend too long in the shower?"

"Definitely," Jirou agreed, grimacing. "Cold showers suck."

"Yup," He laughed, wheeling his Pikachu suitcase against one wall. "Is that all?"

"All that I can think of, for now anyways. You?"

"Same," Kaminari answered.

Jirou handed him a room card, which he took from her. "Don't lose it," She warned.

"I won't," Kaminari replied grinning. He abruptly remembering something. "Hey, aren't we all supposed to go to dinner?"

"I almost forgot," Jirou sighed, slapping a hand to her face.

"And they say I'm the idiot," He replied, smirking.

Jirou gave him a threatening glare. "Say that again and I'll-"

Kaminari threw his hands up in surrender. "Kidding, kidding...don't kill me please."

"I was kidding too, Pikachu," Jirou giggled, nudging his arm playfully. "Come on, let's meet up with the others for dinner."