#akiteru

hinata, talking to tsukishima: how tall were you when you were in 6th grade

nishinoya: he was tall enough

hinata: fr

oikawa: [twitter link]

kuroo: AYO

kuroo: god what's the purpose of that clit slit

oikawa: for easier access duh

kuroo: [twitter link]

bokuto: wah

bokuto: i'm in public

kuroo: oops

kuroo: i won't apologise 🤗

[saeko is bisexual]

shimada: [twitter link]

shimada: half of saeko's body died ystd (on 1st july)

akiteru: nah pride includes bi ppl

akiteru: so she's fully died

shimada: SHE'S FULLY DIED

saeko: yea fr i'm dead

“Akiteru?” Kei asked, leaning against the bathroom door frame. The inky blue blackness of nighttime bleeding through the window and casting shadows onto the floor.

“Yeah?”

“Did Y/N poison you?” Akiteru’s eyes widened before shutting that idea down completely. Running his hands through the honeyed locks of his hair. Akiteru rested his hand on the sink counter and stared at himself in the mirror, before smiling and then ushering Kei out of the restroom. Once the brothers had arrived at Kei’s bedroom, Akiteru hovered by the door while Kei got ready for bed.

Akiteru pressed his lips into a thin line as Kei kept asking about why he was acting weird.

“I’m not acting weird. I’m being completely normal.” Akiteru stretched his arms out and shrugged. Kei wagged a finger at him.

Making a sour face and then getting under his covers, Kei spoke up, “Normal people don’t freak out when their friends come over to play.”

“It’s not playing, it's called hanging out.” Akiteru groaned.

Akiteru would have liked to admit to his brother the reason why he was acting weird, but seeing as Kei was still in middle school, and didn’t have much of a filter on his words, Akiteru reserved the reason for himself.

“Hanging out and playing are synonyms.” Kei huffed before pulling his blankets up and over his head and then pretending to snore loudly. Akiteru tapped the door before shutting it, leaving a small sliver open so the hallway light could illuminate Kei’s room.

Throwing himself onto his own bed, Akiteru screamed into his pillow, holding it close to his face so his yell could be muffled. Once he had finished letting out the noise that had built up inside of him, Akiteru leaned against the wall, letting his legs dangle over the edge of his bed as he held the pillow close to him. His phone buzzed and Akiteru dropped the pillow, silently praying that it was Y/n. His heart raced and he felt his entire body warm up slightly, an overwhelming side effect of having a crush he assumed.

A smile threatened to overtake all of his feature as he saw her contact image pop up on the screen. Thanks for having me over it was a lot of fun! Maybe next time we can study at my house?

Akiteru wanted to type a ‘yes’ with a hundred exclamation marks. But he settled for a ‘sounds good’. Sending the message, Akiteru bit down on his bottom lip before setting his phone face down and bouncing his leg. Waiting a minute, he picked up his phone again. No response. Setting his phone back down. Wait a minute. Pick it up. No response. Akiteru repeated the action for a bit longer until he reasoned that she had gone to bed.

Sighing, Akiteru laid down on his back. His hands underneath his head as he followed the blades of the fan spin round and round in seemingly endless circles.

“Say, Akiteru, you really should look through your photos.” Y/n muttered, hiding the bottom half of her face with the assigned reading, staring at him with her big doe eyes. Full of wonder and curiosity, Akiteru thought if he looked at her for too long, he would fall right into the colored pools of his daydreams.

“Okay...” Tapping the app icon, Akiteru chuckled when he saw endless silly selfies taken by her, probably taken when he went to go get some carrots to snack on. “You know I’m going to delete most of these, right?” Akiteru knew that he would keep all of them. But feigning disinterest he teased her by holding his finger over the delete button. She leaped out and tried to take the phone away from him, but Akiteru was faster and was able to lift his hand up into the sky, keeping his phone from her reach.

She ended up half way in his lap, her face by his shoulder and her arm wrapped around his neck. The back of his neck flared up with an uncomfortable, but familiar, warmth. She smiled at him before sighing dramatically and laying her back over his legs, the back of her hand on her forehead as she began a monologue of sorts.

“Woe is me. For some of those photographs were perhaps the greatest pictures ever taken of me.” Akiteru just laughed at her theatrics and ruffled her hair which broke her out of the character of the woman in agony and reverting back into his best friend.

“Happy birthday!” Akiteru squinted his eyes for a minute before yawning and rubbing his eyes, trying to wipe away any residual tiredness that wavered in his body. When he recognized the person at the foot of his bed as Y/n, he pulled his blankets up to cover his chest. She laughs before rolling her eyes. Saying something about how it's nothing she hasn’t seen before, and how him being shirtless doesn’t really matter that much.

Y/n went over to his chest of drawers and threw a t-shirt at him and clapped a few times before hopping out of his room and stomping down the stairs. Akiteru put a hand to his chest, feeling the uneven beats chase to rise his blood pressure. Putting the shirt on, Akiteru splashed some water onto his face while in the bathroom.

“She’s your best friend. Get a grip.” He criticized himself while looking into the mirror. Then he caught sight of his unruly bed head and tried to flatten the hair down.

Akiteru eventually made his way down the stairs, but stopped before his foot reached the landing. She was crouched down to meet Kei’s eye level as she moved his head around in a joking manner, her lips moving to say something. Kei held onto her hand with both of his and he nodded at her words, removing her hand from his head.

The interaction between the two made Akiteru smile.

“Hey, Akiteru, you ready?” She stood up, dusting off her pants and adjusting the straps of her cross-body bag.

“Ready for what exactly?” Akiteru leaned the side of his body against the wall, and sudden his senses were flooded. The smell of his mom’s cookies, the sight of Y/n when the sun hit her hair just right and made her look like something out of a fantasy, the feeling of his toes wiggling in his socks, and finally the taste of the toothpaste left over in his mouth from brushing his teeth.

“You and I are going on an adventure.”

She perked up a little, pushing her shoulders back and putting a hand on her hip. Akiteru meandered over to her and raised an eyebrow.

“Yay?”

“Yay indeed, Tsukishima.” Akiteru shook his head and she corrected herself. “Yay indeed, Akiteru.”

As it turns out, Y/n had planned for them to get lunch at a small diner while she drove down a long winding path. The destination still unknown to Akiteru. After picking up some food from the drive through, they ate while Y/n kept taking turns down a rugged and rocky path through a forest. The roof of the trees covering the light as shadows cover them and the car in a comforting blanket of darkness.

“Are you going to tell me where you plan on taking me, or is this the part where you murder me?” Akiteru chewed on the rest of his burger before putting the grease coated paper in the small garbage bag underneath his seat.

“Obviously murder you.” She scoffed before chuckling, taking her hand off the wheel to steal a fry from the cupholder. The grainy salt leaving a small oil trace on the steering wheel of the car. Akiteru caught sight of a small sign, and then the trees spat them out, escaping the darkness and leaving them in an open field of tall grass. The sun had begun to dim, a sunset splaying rosy and orange shades over the sky.

“This took a little longer than expected, but good thing it’s darker now!” Y/n put the car in stop before getting out, motioning for Akiteru to do the same. When he tried to run up to her, she shushed him and patted the air to signal for him to move slowly and quietly. Eventually he caught up and she lead him up a small hill, sitting down and toying with a small rock she had found.

Akiteru plopped down next to her, keeping a sort of distance that only he realized.

“You ready for this Akiteru.” She whispered, looking at the speckled grey rock in her hand.

The sun beat down on their backs and the darkness forming on the opposite end of the scale began to swallow up the earth in a paced effort. Akiteru nodded. And Y/n threw the rock into the grass.

Explosions of small floating lights flew up into the air. Like fireworks, or freckles, or even the way the sea glitters as it recedes back into its body of water. Dancing in the air, hundreds, if not thousands, of fireflies raced up into the air from the movement in the grass from the rock. Akiteru looked at the fireflies for a moment longer before pulling his eyes away to look at her.

Her eyes had spots of what seemed like pure gold moving around. Her face streamed with the moving lights, her features struck out at him, the shadows making her look like a painting done by a famous artist. He didn’t even notice that she had turned to face him until she was blessing him with a toothy beam.

“Do you like it?”

“No.” Her face fell, and she toyed with her sleeves, before Akiteru used his hand to move her face to meet his again. “I love it.”

They stayed like that for heaven knows how long. Milking every single second together, just enjoying existence. But all perfect things must come to a close eventually.

Once Akiteru and Y/N got into her car, she pulled up a small wrapped box from her bag. Akiteru felt like the luckiest guy on earth, not only did he get to see fireflies shooting throughout the air during a sunset, he also got a gift from his best friend.

There was a simple black bow on the lid, and a sheepish grin on her face as she handed it to him. He let the box weigh down in his hand. When he made no move to open it, she pushed his shoulder and clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. Removing the ribbon, and tearing the wrapping away, Akiteru was met with a small stuffed toy firefly. Y/n angled her head downward, keeping her eyes on Akiteru, trying to read his expression.

“Kei means firefly. You and your brother seem close and I just thought, well, you told me about how you grew up without stuffed animals because you thought they were too childish for you, even as a six-year-old. It's meant to be a sort of memorabilia of us watching fireflies together, I guess? If you want I can-”

He cut her off by putting his hand on top of the one she had resting on her thigh.

“It’s a really good gift. Thank you.”

He really didn’t mean for his eyes to fall down to her lips. But he’s grateful that they did.

Swallowing thickly, she moved the armrests up, removing any barriers between them. Akiteru carefully and slowly moved his hands so that they were resting on her hips, tugging her to him softly. It was as if his body was acting entirely on instinct alone. Her hands ran to cup his face, a fingertip rested underneath either of his ears as her palms radiated heat into his face.

“Can I kiss you?” Akiteru nodded at her words. Moving in at the same time, Akiteru felt her mold her velvety sheened lips against his slightly dry ones. She pulled away but Akiteru rushed in for another kiss, keeping his lips planted against hers like he was trying to attach himself to her by the contact.

Akiteru got three gifts from her that day.

Getting to see fireflies.

A small toy firefly.

“You seem comfortable,”

“And you seem very uncomfortable. Who’re you supposed to be again?” Kei sighs, annoyed that he has to explain his costume to you for the tenth time that night. He caught up to you as you went into the kitchen to grab another beer from the cooler. The two of you got separated after he started catching up with Yamaguchi, who was looking super adorable in his Spider-Man costume.

“I’m Clark Kent,” he says definitely, pointing to the red “S” on his chest. The look you give him tells Kei you need more context. Again. “Alter ego of Superman.” It’s a cute enough ensemble. Kei’s got a button-down shirt on with the buttons undone just enough to show off the t-shirt underneath with the Superman logo.

His blonde hair is parted to the side and he’s wearing glasses with a thicker frame than usual. It’s a simple look, Kei wasn’t really the extravagant type.

But you were such a cliche, living up to the slutty Halloween trope every year. This time you went with a cheerleader costume with a cropped top, the shortest tennis skirt you could find, and, of course, a pair of pom-poms which you had unfortunately lost while dancing.

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” Kei asks, golden eyes staring at the can of White Claw in your hand that you just cracked open. “That’s what—your third one in an hour? I’m not giving you a piggyback ride when you’re too tired to walk home.”

You rolled your eyes and sipped on the seltzer anyway. Kei was always a buzzkill at parties, which is why you’re still surprised he even accompanied you to this one. Parties always seemed to crop up at the off-campus housing around Halloweekend and you were a frequent attendee, getting drunk and shaking ass with your friends. 

Kei usually stays home, only to get bombarded with texts and Snapchat videos of you getting sloppy with your girlfriends in the skimpiest costume you could find that year—a nurse, a witch, a cowgirl, and even a slutty Chucky from the Child’s Play movies.

And every other year, you’d drunkenly call Kei because you somehow lost your friends and needed someone to help you get home. “Keiiiiii can you come get me?”

But this time is different for several reasons. The most obvious was Kei deciding to join you—sending a simple text that read i’m coming to the party. It seems like a last-minute decision, evident by the makeshift costume he was able to put together with what he had accessible to him but you’re thankful to have a familiar face in the sea of nobodies that flood this dingy frat house.

“I’ll be fine, dad, you forget how great my tolerance is,” you quip, taking another swig. The disappointment in Kei’s eyes doesn’t falter but you’re quick to change the conversation before he can scold you again. “Are you gonna sulk the entire time? Go mingle! Have fun, go—”

“You want me to grind up on random people like you were doing?”

You’ll give him that, the sluttiness doesn’t just stop at your costume. There have been plenty of parties that ended in heated makeout sessions in the bathroom with the stranger that had been catching your eye the entire night. The worst of it was the one-night stand you had with the cute guy in the Michael Myer’s mask that turned out to be one of the student-workers at the library. (You have to avoid eye contact with him every time there’s an issue with the printer now.)

“Maybe you should, Kei, you might get lucky,” you tease, bumping your shoulder into his. Your antics finally get a smile out of him, albeit a small one.

It all disappears when someone barges into the kitchen you two are talking in. A goof wearing a Ghostface costume makes a beeline toward you, holding two flashy, red streamers in one hand and a fake knife in the other. “My pom-poms!” you gasped, wrapping your arms around the horror movie slasher as if it’s Christmas and he's brought you a gift. 

Kei watches with disdain as you tipsily flirt with the masked stranger, who holds your pom-poms over your head in an effort to keep you talking with him. The blonde is about to tell Ghostface off when the creep grabs your hand and pulls you out of the room without another word. “I’ll catch you later, Kei!” you giggle, allowing yourself to get pulled to the other side of the house, away from any prying eyes.

“Do you always have to toy with him?” you ask once you’re sure the two of you are alone but Ghostface keeps you close to his body, shrugging at your words. “You’re so mean, baby!” With a whine, you tug the mask down so you can look Akiteru in the eye while you scold him.

Your boyfriend wasn’t exactly high on the idea of going to a college party four years after he’s already graduated but it was hard to deny you when you kept begging him the past few weeks. But after he heard his brother was coming, he practically leaped at the opportunity. He’s able to openly be with you—as open as he can be with a mask on—and piss off Kei? That’s a recipe for a great night.

Plus, he couldn’t keep his hands off you with your spooky cheerleader outfit. You’re just so cute, he could eat you up. “You’re so pretty,” he mumbles, looking down at you in the dark hallway. He leans over to kiss you, the first one of the night now that he’s got you to himself.

“And you’re not listening to anything I say, huh?” you groaned, allowing Akiteru to keep pressing his lips against yours. With the way you’re soft for this boy, he could get away with murder. So what’s the damage if he tortures his little brother a bit? “Well, at least you found my pom-poms,” you said, cutely waving the metallic streamers.

“I think I deserve a reward for that,” Akiteru teases, hoping for another kiss but you grab his arm instead. His cute face starts to pout when you hand him back his mask, knowing that he won’t be getting any more kisses from you at the moment. 

“Don’t give me that look, Aki. Dance with me and maybe you’ll get a reward,” you said, giving him one last peck before making him put the mask back on. Once his identity was concealed, you pulled him back to the living room where the party carried on—completely unaware that there was someone that definitely didn’t belong in their midst.

As the party progressed, your inhibitions got increasingly lowered. You met up with some of your girlfriends from class, none of whom questioned the 6ft slasher you were grinding against, and downed some shots. After each shot you’d get loud and giggly, grabbing your girls to dance in the middle of the room.

With each song, you and your friends sang your hearts out and even dragged Kei in for a while. For a moment, he came out of his shell cracking jokes as you and Yamaguchi danced around him. However, you were completely unaware of the tension between your childhood friend and the horror movie killer that nearly matches his height.

Each time Kei tried to get a little closer to you or wrap his arm around your shoulder, he’d get accidentally get bumped into by the faux knife-wielding stranger, who seemed to not have any idea how it happened.  

But whenever he plucked the courage to call him out on it, your sweet face would sway him. “Aren’t you having fun, Kei?” Any anger that he had would disappear at that moment and he’d have no choice but to calm down.

As it got later into the night, though, Kei got a bit restless. “Hey, I think I’m gonna head home,” he yells over the music into your ear. His body feels exhausted and he wants nothing more than to collapse in bed.

You, on the other hand, don’t plan on stopping anytime soon. “What do you meeeean, it’s not even that late!” Your words were slurred at this point, anything and everything made you laugh and with each second it was getting harder for Kei to leave but his bones were telling him it was time to go home.

“You should be going home too,” Kei says, grabbing your hand but, even in your drunken state, you’re quick to free yourself from his grasp. 

“Nooo, I’m staying, I’ll be fine,” you said, retreating back to your equally inebriated friends. Kei’s ready to argue with you but stops when that irritating Ghostface asshole is back, wrapping his arms around your waist and dragging you in for another dance.

That’s when it finally clicks to Kei that you won’t be going home with him tonight.

You’re so engrossed with your mystery partner that you barely acknowledge Kei’s “be careful,” as he heads out of the house, a nervous Yamaguchi in tow. Unbeknownst to Kei though, is that he’s left you with the one person you’ve been wanting to spend the most time with.

Daringly, you lift up Ghostface’s mask just enough you expose his mouth and kiss Akiteru on the lips, breathing in the scent of his cologne. “Careful, baby,” he whispers.

“I think I’m ready to give you your reward,” you say, nodding your head over to the door in the hallway that leads to the basement.

“This is exactly the kind of scenario that you’d want to avoid in a horror movie,” he said, hovering over you on the small couch in the middle of the basement. The thumping sound of the party was heard above your heads but the both of you were too involved with each other to care. “Look at you, you’re even underneath the killer, baby.”

You hummed, untying the knot wrapped around the waist of Akiteru’s costume, wanting to get rid of all of the fabric coming to touch his body. “​​No, please don't kill me, Mr. Ghostface,” you joked, alcohol still heavy on your breath. “I want to be in the sequel.” You laugh, pulling Akiteru’s costume over his head for him, along with his shirt.

“You’re really pulling out the movie quotes right now?” he grimaces, most girls get flirty when they’re drunk but you become an even bigger dork. Maybe he’s the weird one though since he finds that odd part of you attractive. Akiteru’s cool, older guy exterior crumbles once he feels you tugging at the belt of his jeans, desperate to get him undressed. “Did you miss me, baby?”

“Mmhm…” you nod. Once Akiteru’s belt is unbuckled, you work hard to drag his pants down but he pins your hands back to the couch, attacking your lips with deep kisses.

“It’s not fair if I’m the only one getting undressed, hm?” He says, pulling off the top of your cheer uniform. With skillful fingers, Akiteru is able to remove your bra as well. He takes a second to take in your half-naked form—doe eyes staring up at him in a drunken haze. After another kiss, he flips up your skirt, thumb rubbing against the front of your panties. 

It wasn’t the ideal location—the basement was a mess and smelled like stale beer but it would have to do for now. With the current state of your relationship, it’s rare for the two of you to get any time together. You’re busy with school and Akiteru’s work schedule it’s always a bit of a struggle. Plus, neither of you is sure how to drop the news to Kei.

There have been a few moments where you’ve been found out and if Kei has caught on, he hasn’t made it known. But you’re certainly not in the mood to be upfront about it now at least. Akiteru takes it all in stride, never pressuring you to tell anyone until you’re ready. Besides, sneaking around is kind of fun sometimes and fucking with Kei’s head is only the icing on the cake.

Akiteru groans when he pulls down your panties and sees how wet you already are, probably just as pent up as he was the whole night. Maybe you’ve been hoping to have some time alone too. He doesn’t get enough time to appreciate the sight, though as you start whining for him to do something. “Let me have my fun,” he snaps, slapping your thigh to get you to behave. “It’s been a while, can you even take me anymore?” 

You’re so frustrated, so hungry for any kind of stimulation. With a locked door, Akiteru has all the time in the world to toy with you and he intends on taking advantage of it. He reaches over and grabs the knife from his costume and runs the rubber blade along your stomach. The sudden touch makes you jolt. “Sweetie, it’s fake, remember?” he coos, tickling your abdomen before venturing a bit lower. Flipping the knife over, Akiteru rubs the hilt against your slit, laughing when you gasp at the touch. 

With two of his fingers, Akiteru stretches you out while the blade handle keeps teasing your bud, bringing you to the brink of an orgasm. “That’s right, cum for me, dumb girl. You’re such a fucking horror slut cumming around a knife. Maybe I’ll use a real one next time, hm? Wanna see that cute lil fear in your eyes when I make you cum,” he rambles, pressing harder on your clit.

“Aki, I want your cock. Wanna cum from your cock, please,” you cried, clutching the fabric of the couch underneath you. Akiteru found it so precious to see you trying to stop yourself from cumming. He knows his fingers aren’t enough, you want his cock to pump you full until you can’t think anymore. Such a sweet girl you are but Akiteru wants to embarrass you.

He doesn’t let up, though. Instead, Akiteru pulls his fingers out and fucks you with the knife hilt, using his thumb to circle your clit this time. You’re shaking, unable to form a coherent sentence and Akiteru knows you’re going to cum. “You’re really gonna cum on my knife, huh? Don’t worry, baby, you’ll get my cock. I just wanted to make sure you could take it,” He says, keeping your legs spread while he continues punishing your pussy.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, tongue drooling as you finally cum. Your hands reach for Akiteru’s wrist, trying to stop his movements before you get too sensitive but he keeps going, making you ride out your orgasm until your body stops twitching. “That’s my good girl. It was so much, right? You’ve earned my cock, sweetie, gonna give it all to you.”

Akiteru tugs his pants and boxers down just enough to free his cock. It’s already hard and leaking when he decides to give himself some attention. Akiteru swears he could cum just from your own pleasure. He gets off on it and he’s going to give you even more. He strokes himself, giving you a few moments to come down from your last orgasm. Your juices absolutely drenched the knife after he pulled it out, earning a few whimpers when he does it.

He slaps his cock against your cunt, nearly slipping in a few times from how wet you are at this point. A few choked sobs escape you and Akiteru shushes them away. “I know it’s a lot, baby, but you can cum for me again, right?”

You sniffle, wrapping your arms around Akiteru’s neck to pull him closer. “M’so sensitive, Aki…” you mumble, burying your head into the crook of his neck. “Go slow, okay?”

Akiteru nods, only pushing in the tip of his cock at first. You throw your head back, sighing when your walls constrict around him. Akiteru himself has to take a few seconds. Bless his resolve—if he were still the inexperienced virgin he was when he was in college, he would’ve cum right then, immediately blowing his load the second he got a crumb of pussy. But he’s mature now and knows a thing or two now. He can definitely fuck you better than any of those losers you had before him, that’s for sure.

He fucks you with just a tip before pushing in a bit more, letting you get accustomed to him before daring to go further. Akiteru wasn’t lying when he said it had been a while. You two have been making do with quickies before anyone came home, sending nudes, and even FaceTime sex but not the long, drawn-out fucking that the two of you have been aching for.

It takes a while but Akiteru eventually gets his length fully inside, stretching you out so sweetly. You tug on the hair at the back of his neck, when he starts moving. “Oh—oh, fuck, Aki!” you gasp. Akiteru pushes your legs back until your thighs touch your chest. You’re drooling again, tongue glistening with spit with each unintelligible babbling. He ducks his head under to take one of your nipples into his mouth, biting down on the soft skin just to hear you cry out more. “I’m gonna—m’gonna cum again, Aki. Can’t hold it, I can’t…” you whine, clenching around him with every thrust. 

“Look, baby, look,” Akiteru says, bringing your attention to where the two of you are connected. His cock sinks into your warm cunt over and over, rearranging your insides like an animal in heat.

The sight is too much. You still haven’t fully recovered from the effects of your first orgasm. “Aki, Aki, Aki—ah, it feels so good. Gonna make a mess. Gonna cum!” Akiteru takes that as his cue to go faster, wanting both of you to cum together. He ruts into you as if his life depends on it, each thrust forcing small “ahs!” to fall from your lips.

Try as he might, you still cum first and your nails drag down the length of his back when you do. Your climax leaves a vice grip around his cock and that’s what sends Akiteru over the edge. Chanting your name in between curses he fucks you until he goes silent and slack-jawed. His hot seed floods your cunt for the first time in weeks.

When the both of you come to after the hypothetical dust settles, you can hear the sounds of the still ongoing party. It’s gotten even louder since you went into the basement, everyone completely unaware of what’s happening underneath them. “I need to get you home,” Akiteru says, going into responsible mode after cumming.

“Stay over?” you ask, voice shot from all the crying you’ve been doing. “You can leave in the morning, nobody questions it when a grown man is out all night.” To sweeten the deal a bit, you pull Akiteru in for a kiss.

If you’re soft when it comes to him, it’s a million times worse on Akiteru’s end. He can’t argue with you. “Fine,” he leans in for another kiss and one more after that before taking charge. Akiteru cleans you up as best as he can and dresses the both of you. With your costumes back on, Akiteru leads you upstairs and through the massive crowd to disappear into the night.

“You’re just getting home?” Kei asks when his brother walks through the front door in the morning. “I didn’t know parties at stationary got crazy like that,” he teases over his bowl of cereal. 

Akiteru grimaces at the bright lights in the house. “Haha, I got hammered and stayed at a friend's place,” he says, dropping his bag near the couch and immediately going for the coffee maker in the kitchen.

Kei’s about to throw another joke at his brother’s disheveled appearance when he notices something out of the corner of his eye. It must have fallen out of Akiteru’s bag but Kei can see it clear as day when he turns his head. The unmistakable sight of a Ghostface mask laying on the floor.

He keeps his comments to himself.