“You’re acting like this is your first threesome.” MatsuHana+Whoever else you want to include. The challenge is to keep it sfw. :D
I FINALLY FIGURED OUT HOW TO DO THIS MUAHAHAHAHAHA
Ushijima sat, clearly unsure of what to do. Hanamaki had already gone over the rubric with his color-coded highlighters and his notecards were all filled out, and Issei had already divvied up the work between the three of them, and their first session was coming to a close. Ushijima sighed, his hands fluttering slightly before coming to rest on his lap once more.
“You’re acting like this is your first threesome,” Hanamaki laughed. Issei swatted at him.
“Must you call it that?” he asked.
“This is not my first group project,” Ushijima said.
“Oh my god, you’re precious,” Hanamaki whispered. Issei just stared at him.
“I… understand the sexual undertones of the joke,” Ushijima said when they continued to stare. “I simply thought beyond the laughter, you meant to imply that I had not participated in a group setting before.”
“You need to stop getting cuter,” Hanamaki scolded, then grinned. “Poor Mattsun here might have a heart attack.” Issei swatted at him again.
“I simply do not know how the portion you have assigned me is enough to be called contribution,” Ushijima said, either barreling straight through the tension out of ignorance, or out of pure stubbornness. Issei, who had seen the way his little red-haired friend acted, thought it was probably the latter.
“You’re saying you want more work?” Issei looked at Hanamaki, whose eyes were wide and unsure. “That’s like asking him for his first born child, you know.” Leaning in, he stage-whispered, “Makki’s kind of a control freak.”
“Am not!” Hanamaki whined. Issei laughed, and Ushijima looked uncertain again.
“What’s wrong?” Issei asked quietly. Hanamaki quieted and stopped flailing about, and they both looked at Ushijima.
“You are… intense,” he said. “It is a lot to handle, the way you are so tied to each other. You work like a well calibrated machine, but you are also loose. Human.” He looked down, brow furrowed. “I do not understand how best to fit in.”
“Oh my god,” Issei whispered under his breath.
Hanamaki looked at Ushijima, then at Isse, then back again, and then he snorted. “All right, clearly no one else is gonna address this elephant, so I’m gonna do it for you. We’re going on a date, to the coffee shop, where Issei is going to buy me so much caffeine I can’t see straight, and we’re gonna hold hands and walk through the park after. And neither of you is going to argue with me, got it?”
Ushijima smiled. “Got it,” he said, and Issei’s heart melted into a puddle of goo on the library table.
“Got it,” he said. Hanamaki nodded, and started gathering up their supplies. “Control freak,” he added, to restore balance. Hanamaki laughed, and things felt easy once again.
