#oidaitsukki

TRICK-OR-TREAT

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TRICK  (I guess? idk friend.  it’s a thing)

Kei peered down his nose at the sight in front of him, lip curled and face blank.

“I thought vampires were supposed to burst into flames when they get staked,” he said conversationally.  “What kind of defective vampire are you?”

The vampire in question scoffed at him and grabbed at their chest, fingers probing the wound around the wooden stake carefully.

“What kind of defective vampire hunter are you,” the vampire shot back.  They grabbed the stake and yanked it right back out of their chest, barely even wincing.  “To think that that silly legend could actually kill me?  Do they not even teach you to do proper research anymore?  Hunters these days,” the vampire scoffed.

They met Kei’s eyes, leaned in close, and smiled.  It was the last thing Kei saw before slipping into darkness.

—

“How many times have I told you that you can’t just-  oh my-”  A growl brings Kei out of his slumber and he blinks up at the high ceiling of the room blearily a few times before realizing that the world was blurry because he wasn’t wearing his glasses.  A slow search of his immediate surroundings found them on the floor near his head.  Once the world was a little clearer he struggled to his feet and carefully shook out his arms and legs; being enthralled by a vampire was never an easy thing to work out of one’s system.  But it was worth it in the end.

His goal had never been to kill the vampire.  Something that would become apparent soon he was sure.

He shuffled out of the room and followed the growls and raised voices towards a brightly lit room: the library if he remembered correctly.

“Seriously Tooru.  You can’t just keep dragging strays in and expecting me to fix them up.”  Something clatters to the floor.  “Especially since it’s more like I have to fix their memories and send them on their way.”

“I’m sorry Daichi.  But to be fair he started it.”

Kei peered around the doorway and watched the two men stare at each other before the dark haired one threw his arms up in frustration.  The vampire Kei had staked - Tooru - huffed and turned away to glare at the fireplace.

Kei stepped into the doorway and crossed his arms over his chest.

“To be fair,” he said, “he is right.  I did start it.”

They both spun on their heels and stared at him in surprise.

“You shouldn’t be awake yet,” Tooru said in confusion.  “You should be out for at least another few hours.”

“Hello Daichi,” Kei said softly.

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Tooru tugged his blankets back to himself with a grumble that only got louder when his blankets were yanked back the other direction and a warm body rolled over an pressed their back to his.

“Quit moving,” he growled, “‘m tryin to sleep.”

“Hush up and sleep then,” Daichi grumbled back.

“Wait… are you… what?”  Tooru sat up and snapped his bedside lamp on.  “How did you get in?”

“Tsukishima kicked me out of his dorm and it’s too far back to my apartment.”  Tooru blinked down at Daichi.

“Okay that explains the question I didn’t ask.  Now how about the one I did?”

“Misery doesn’t look that great on you,” Daichi said pleasantly as he slipped into the booth next to Tsukishima.  “Try, I dunno, anger?”

“I could be angry that I am over ninety-percent sure I failed the exam that’s worth a quarter of my grade because my roommate attempted to set our entire dorm on fire last night while making a cheap packet of ramen in the microwave he smuggled into our room three weeks ago.  But I’d much rather be miserable, thanks.”

Tsukishima didn’t even move from his position of arms folded on the table and cheek smushed into arms, face pointing away from the rest of the diner.  Daichi figured there wasn’t much of interest happening on the blank wall he was staring at so Tsukishima was just being petulant and grumpy.

“I would ask how he managed to do that but honestly?  I’ve met Yoshikawa.”

“Hence you understand my misery.”  Tsukishima sighed and rubbed his nose against his arms before finally turning to look up at Daichi.  “Not that I don’t want you here or anything.  But what are you doing here?  I thought you had classes for another few hours?”

“Misery loves company?”  Daichi grinned at him.  Then he dropped it when Tsukishima simply raised a brow at him, unimpressed.  “Tanaka was having one of his not so great days yesterday and I wound up staying up with him until not quite four and completely missed my alarm and my first three classes of the day so I just emailed all my professors and told them I would be out today.”

Tsukishima hummed and buried his face into his arms.  Daichi reached over and ruffled Tsukishima’s hair, getting distracted by the curls at the nape of his neck for a minute.  Which is why he didn’t notice Oikawa until he slid into the booth across from them.

“Do you two have to be so,” Oikawa fluttered his fingers in their direction, “PDA all the time?”

Tsukishima snorted.  “Just because you-”

“Tsukishima,” Daichi warned.

“-are jealous and lonely and refuse to share with anyone even when they offer doesn’t mean you get to just take it out on the rest of us when you have a shit day.”

Oikawa stared down at Tsukishima, eyes wide and head tilted to the side in a way that reminded Daichi of a curious kitten.  His cheeks were flushing and Daichi wondered if Tsukishima was finally getting under Oikawa’s skin.  It would be about time.  Honestly.  Tsukishima had been trying to wear Oikawa down practically since the first day they bumped into each other at university.

“Can I go order something to drink,” he asked suddenly, startling Oikawa out of his contemplation and making his cheeks flush even more, “or will you two be at each other’s throats the moment I step away?”

“I won’t go anywhere near his throat without his consent,” Tsukishima teased.  Daichi was quite certain he was aiming for seeing how red he could get Oikawa to turn in a half hour or less.  He was also quite certain that if this was the way the rest of the afternoon was going to go he was going to need some strong coffee to deal with it.

“Just don’t kill each other or get kicked out before I get back, okay?”  He squeezed the back of Tsukishima’s neck and gave Oikawa a smile before he got up.

“No promises,” Oikawa said airily despite the fact his cheeks were the color of ripe cherries now.