#poly adeuce

“I dunno…” Deuce trailed off unsure of the idea. He knew he would most likely get roped into it one way or another, so it was either now or never for him to voice his opinion.

“What do you think?” Ace looked over at you, waiting for you to put your ‘yay’ or ‘nay’ on his proposal.

“Dude… we literally can’t,” you responded, tapping your foot slightly.

“Oh puh-lease, who’s gonna stop us?” he rolled his eyes.

“The police,” you sighed.

“Ehhh,” Ace waved your clearly logical explanation off. “We’ll cross that bridge when it happens.”

“I’m with them on this one,” Deuce agreed with you. “I don’t want to just… break the law.”

“C’monnnn,” Ace groaned. “When’d you guys become such downers?”

“When you decided to do something illegal,” you sighed, rolling your eyes.

“...I already bought the toilet paper,” Ace said, his face turning into an expression of mischievousness. “We can’t just let it go to waste. C’mon!”

Deuce sighed as the both of you followed far behind the biggest trouble maker the two of you have ever known. 

“He’s so going to get arrested one of these days,” Deuce muttered, grabbing your hand as you followed behind your other boyfriend.

“Oh most definitely,” you shook your head. “Hopefully we won’t be arrested along with him, though.”

“I dunno…” he responded. “If we keep following him, we might.”

“If you go to jail, that goes on your record, sir.” You poked his side. “And then you’d have less of a chance of becoming a cop.”

“...Fair point,” he pressed his lips thin.

“Guys!!! I got my bag!” Ace ran back to the two of you. He unzipped it to show the both of you a couple of rolls of toilet paper. “We’re all set.”

You breathe out heavily before making your deciding call. “Fine, but only for ten minutes, then we’re outta there.”

“Great! Thank you so much babe,” Ace snickered as he zipped the bag back up. He pecked you once on the lips before walking ahead.

“What, no kiss for me?” Deuce teasingly hollered.

“Nope!” Ace yelled back.

“Here, Deuce,” you turned the blue-haired boy to face you. “I’ll give you a kiss.”

Other students around campus started thinking you all were a weird couple. As Ruggie put it, you three had something weird going on. At the time you didn't think much of it, one could even call it denial; A super close friendship and nothing more. 

It wasn't until one night, when you invited them over to study and cram for an upcoming exam. As you quizzed Deuce with flash cards, you heart. Raced with each happy smile he gave you when he got one right. Then Ace looked so cute when he concentrated.

Before you knew it, it was late at night, and the Adeuce duo were exhausted after a long day. You let them sleep over and allowed them to crash in your bed with Grim. The four of you were packed in like sardines, but it felt wonderful being beside you friends. Your face was so close to Ace’s as you both stared into each other’s eyes. Your faces inch closer and and closer until…

“Bleh!” Grim gagged, “Take it somewhere else you two! Right Deuce? … uh… Deuce?” Grim turned to Deuce who stared flusteredly at Yuu and Ace. “Why do I want a kiss too… I mean!” Deuce sputters and makes excuses causing both you and Ace to laugh. Ace leaned in to give Deuce a kiss followed by you who playfully pushed Ace away to give your own. Since then, You’ve all been a couple much to Grim’s dismay.

You grew to be a little jealous over the fact that you and your boyfriends shared a room together in their dorm. At least now with the dance competition coming up, you were able to have them over in your dorm, and even share your room with them again like old times. It was pure bliss to lay between them as they snuggle against you, Grim in another room, not wanting to deal with you three.

You brush your hands through their hair, massaging their scalps lovingly. Leaning down, you press a kiss to both of their temples before they look at each other, then look up at you mischievously. “Why are you both looking at me like that?” You ask ever-so-slightly concerned. “Hmm no reason~” Ace smirks. You glance over at the more responsible Deuce who also wears a mischievous look. “Don’t worry, Yuu-San, its nothing!”

You raised a brow before closing you eyes experimentally as of to prove you hypothesis that they’re up to no good, and they proved you right not even a moment later. Your face is suddenly barraged by two pairs of lips attacking your face with kisses in a barrage of affection. “Ah! You guuuyss!” You giggled as they continued their attack on you, kiss after kiss as you playfully batted them off

Your battle is interrupted by a firm knock on the door belonging to the queen himself, Vil. “I sure do home you three get to speed soon.” He states firmly, “We have to get up early for practice tomorrow.” “Yes sir…” The three of you glumly reply together as the clicking heels tap off into the distance. You all wait until they’re completely gone to begin a new set of more, quieter attacks on each other.

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You sat back on a chair as you watched the group in front of you rehearse. The way Jamil moved skillfully on the floor was nothing compared to you lovers, in your opinion. The clumsiness added to the charm, though Vil would most certainly disagree. The main star frowned and crossed his arms at the sight of Deuce and Ace stumbling over each other.

You watched as they balance on each other as they stretched, the way their shirts raised ever-so-slightly to show their midsections had all of your attention. The softness of their stomachs was just beckoning you to kiss them and blow a raspberry or two, as the two continued to stretch and smile at each other, they both took a glance to where you sat. Ace gave a sly wink at you, he was too cute for his good.

“Manager? Manager.” You snap over to look at Vil. “Yes?” Out of the corner of your eye you see Epel join Deuce and Ace in their warm ups, and Vil’s stern voice reminds you that this is rehearsal. “Play the track, Yuu.” “On it, sir.” Pressing the button, you watched as all the men stumbled to get into position to impress Vil. Deuce, Ace, and Epel all stood up tall proceeded to let the rhythm guide them.

As you watched them dance, you sat beside Grim, who was boredly scrolling your phone and playing a few games you downloaded specifically for him. You dreamily stared at your boyfriends as they playfully nudge each other, Deuce stumbling over his feet and Ace trying way too hard. Cuties, both of them.

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The day slowly came to a wrap, and all the weary dancers made their way back to your dorm. As an uneventful (and scare) dinner came to a close, you, Deuce, and Ace slinked into your shared room, kicking Grim into a different one. It was much too early to sleep, but you supposed that it just meant there was more time for cuddles. 

This time Deuce was in the center as you and Ace squished him between your bodies playfully. You slid your hands under his shirt and rested you cold hand on his stomach, pressing a chaste kiss to his neck before attacking it with smooches, making the spade gasp under your touch. His face was completely pink.

Ace, the sneaky bastard, took this as an opportunity to give a playful pinch ro Deuce ass, making the card soldier squeal. You and Ace snicker amongst yourselves before exchanging a kiss. Deuce laid himself flat on his back to prevent any future attacks on his behind. With a few more kisses to Ace, you lay your head down on Deuces toned stomach, his shirt displaced ever s alightly exposing his navel. You smirk, and blow a raspberry on his stomach, making him squeal once again.

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The very next day you awoke to your face squished between Deuce’s and Ace’s arms stretched out across your face. You crack a smile at their warmth before a firm knock to your door stirs you all. A ‘friendly reminder’ from Vil to get up makes you all grumble and toss and turn as you force ourselves up. “I only allowed you three to share a room for morales sake, don’t make me separate you three.” “Yes sir…”

Sighing as you all roll off of each other to stretch, opting to roll onto your stomach as you arch your back and holding out your arms as you stretch. Ace, surprisingly, is the one to get up first. He makes his way towards the bathroom to brush his teeth, Deuce following quickly after. As you overhear Vil’s plans for a sorry and sad breakfast, you had a feeling it was going to be an odd day…

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Stretches and warm ups went the same as they usually did up until…

“Ugh! No no no! Manager, stop the music!” Vil yapped as you stretched out your arm to hit pause. “What’s the matter, Vil?” Rook asked, just to be ignored as Vil turns to a certain lavender-haired student. “Epel!” He yells firmly, making everyone around him silent.

“Hoo boy…” Ace starts, muttering under his breath. “Epel’s gonna get another tongue-lashing. I feel bad for the guy after watching this play out everyday…” Deuce gives a firm nod and replies, “He’s on main vocals so Vil must expect a lot out of him, but stil…: Grim whimpers in your arms. “Every time I hear ‘stop the music’ my first instinct is to cower with my tail between my legs…”

“Have you learned nothing from your ballet lessons, Epel?” Vil asks coldly as he struts, circling the poor boy. “I told you to throw out your antiquated notions, I said nothing about acting so half-hearted! Do not sing the words without thinking about what they mean. This song is more than lip service.”

“But… But” The young man sputters in frustration. “This is the most charming I can sound…” Vil tuts ans sighs, “Being charming is another matter entirely. Do you think that will be enough to take Niege down? Now take it from the top!” The blond barked at him, making Epel flinch. A harrowing silence hung in the air.

You, Grim. Deuce, Ace, and the other members all flinched as Epel clenched his fist and shook in rage. “I… I don’t… I don’t WANNA be cute! I never wanted to be in Pommefiore to start with! And I don’t want to compete in the SDC either!” Vil let out an unamused sigh as Epel continued, crossing his arms. “I didn’t come to Night Raven University to sing and dance, I came here to get stronger!” Epel stomped, built up tears on the verge of falling. You felt awful for him, Deuce even more. He wanted to wipe his friend’sstears away.

“I don't wanna be some dainty little flower! I wanna be BIG and STRONG and TOUGH!” Epel shook as Vil taps his nails against his arm. “Unbelievable. Most of us grow out of temper tantrums by the age of three. You speak of ‘charming’ and ‘strong’ as if they are mutually exclusive, when in fact they are both equally valid forms of power. As long as you fail to make that distinction, you will never be a match for me.”

Deuce and Ace looked at each other then to you. Epel then snapped to Vil. “Oh get off your high horse! I'm done with this!” Epel stomped, “I’m quitting.” “WHAT?!” Everyone yelled in unison looking between each other. Kalim and Rook looked most shocked of all. Deuce was visibly cringing at the events unfolding.

“Very well it is time for the usual then.” “The usual, Vil?” You ask nervously. “Go on Epel get out your magical pen.” It was most definitely a fight, but there was nothing you can do but watch.’I’ll put you in your place!”

The two line up across from each other, pen in hand, building up to a what could be potentially be an epic battle. yet, there wasn’t much of a fight to even describe. Vil merely dodged and magic headed to him and with a few quick spells, Epel was felled by Vil, the poor man couldn't even get a hit in. The look of shock and the saddened expression of Deuce’s face told you you were all worried for the freshman, especially Deuce, you note. A twinge of jealousy plucked at your heartstrings before you shove away said feelings.

“And there we have it. I win as usual.” Vi; hums, looking down at Epel with an unimpressed stare as the loser sat hunched on the floor.  “If you don’t shape up soon, you will never ;and a single blow on me. Focus on being strong first, them be yourself…” “Harsh…” Ace mutters. Whispers come from the group arounds yu, mainly pleas for Vil to calm down and queries of concern toward Epel

“Dagnabbit! I just… I just…!” Epel got up and silently rushed out, making Deuce call out his name in concern. Deuce turned towards Vil, and you had a feeling it wouldn’t be good. “Dont you feel you’re being a little to harsh, sir?” He asked. “He’s been putting a lot of effort into his dancing  and you’re just dismissing it”

“Spare me the infantile notion that hard word guarantees an award!” Vil spat, and you clenched your fists. “For that matter, spudling, you have no bandwidth to spend worrying about others. You are far behind all the other members in performance. You are slowing us all down.” “I know that sir…” The way Deuce’s voice trembled filled you with rage. “Then dont talk like you’re a full-fledged ensemble member when youre nothing more than dead weight…” 

Deuce took a deep breath in. “Sorry sir.” You got up and made your way to Deuce as he retreated, Ace tagging along. “Sheesh, you really set him off…” Ace sighed. “See, this is why I keep telling you to keep your head down and stop butting into things. Youre not exactly smart about this stuff, Loosey-Deucey.” You tensed up, sensing that Ace had no idea what he just implied.

“Grrr…” Deuce shook. “SHUT UP!” Deuce barked, tears welling up in his eyes. “YOU THINK I DONT THAT?!” “Ace!” “Woaah woah easy you two!” “A ‘smart guy’ like you would never understand!” And with that Deuce walked out, shaking the whole way.

“Ace what the hell man?!” “What?!” Grim sighed, “You know… sometimes you need to consider other peoples feelings, Ace.” “I dont wanna hear that from you!” With a sigh, you walked away. “I think this calls for a break…” Jamil suggests. The room all murmurs in agreement and you go to step outside for a breather.

What a terrible day so far. A fight with both of your lovers...

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The hours pass, and yet you and Ace have refused to even look at each other, waiting patiently for Deuce to come back. After another hour of not speaking to each other, you are suddenly approached by Ace as you eat your small bowl of rice (Vil said it was all you were allowed to eat. Not that it matter since it was ‘“All Crowley could afford” anyways…) You set down your utensils and crossed your arms, giving a stern look.

“Look…” Ace stuttered a bit and held out his hands. “Can we just forget about what happened…?” “I think you owe Deuce an apology. You know how difficult school is for him.” Ace’s pride would never allow that thoug,h, but you know he will find a way to silently admit he was wrong later. “Right…” he responded under his breath.

“Yuu!” Kalim shouted, getting your attention. the bright spark of sunshine ran up to you happily. “Deuce and Epel are back” He proudly informs as you and Ace look at each other before sprinting out to go see him..

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Ace sighed as he came back from his conversation with Deuce over to where you stood, checking on Epel. “Are you sure you’re okay?” You ask, Epel nods. “Yeah, we just went out to beach together s’all.” Ace perked up. “The beach?” He asked dumbly before blinking.

“Yeah! Before we were interruppted we watched the sunset toegther and was playin’ in the waves.” You and Ace looked at eachother, before looking over to where Deuce stood in front of Vil, apologixing for his outburst. “You.. watched the sunset… with Deuce…” You stated, making Epel nod.

“Yeah! Why're you lookin’ at me like that— oh— OH! Oh my goodnedd Im so sorry! We didn't do nothing! Aw shucks, I didn't mean it!” “No no Epel. You're fine.” Youinterrupt. “Yeah… Yeah.. we're just gonna go talk to Deucey is all” Ace said, wearing a strained smile that he picked up from Trey. 

Epel muttered another apology before running off.

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“Deuce.” Ace spoke, crossing his arms. It hasn't even been a second since he closed the door to your shared room. Deuce turned around to look at where you both stood, crossing your arms. “Yes…? Why do I get the feeling I am in trouble?” He asked nervously.

“Well, MAYBE it's because you took Epel out on a blast cycle date on the beach!” Ace accused, saltily. “E-EH?!” “And!” You huffed, playfully “You even watched the sunset with him!” “W-wait!” “Is there something you want to say, Deuce?” Ace glared at the blue-haired (And pronoun-ed) male. “W-wait it's not like that!” He sputtered and you almost felt bad about pretending to be as mad as you were.

“I don't want to hear it! Ace turned his back and lifted his head up, making a ‘hmph!’At that, Deuce visibly relaxed, knowing you both (or at least you weren’t) were not genuinely upset as Ace continued. “I cannot believe you cheated on us! I refuse to forgive you unless you take US out on a date like you did Epel!” He sighed. 

Deuce just stared for a moment, before closing his eyes. “That is only fair…” You and Ace smirked at each other, “After the competition though!” “Fine!” You and Ace settle on the arrangement as you finally welcom both boyfriends back into your bed for a much needed cuddle session.

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Ugh…

You didn’t even want to budge this morning at the event of yesterday’s overblot. Vil really put you through the wringer. He was utterly ruthless, despite his beautiful appearance his blot was ruthless, injecting you with inky toxins that shot through your veins.

You remember the horrified looks on Deuce and Ace’s faces. How their features contorted in horror and voices became rasp with how they yelled out. The way the spell felt when it penetrated your stomach. looking down and holding the wound in pain as utter agony coursed through your veins. Not being able to scream because of the bile that rose in your throat.

Even now as you lift an arm up to examine it you can see the darkened veins that adorned you. Yet another scar from a blot that may or may not heal. Next to you, you felt Ace and Deuce sandwiching you between them. Both grip onto you as if you would slip through their fingers in their sleep as you almost did the day before. Bruises of all colors stained their bodies along with a few scrapes that highlighted their features.

even now they were ethereal in your eyes. Ace’s bedhead shifts slightly before his face emerges from where it rested on your shoulder. The bags under his eyes and exhausted demeanor seem to melt away when he looks at you, features immediately softening. You chuckled airily at the smudged heart makeup on his eye. “Morning sleepyhead,” you tease, poking his cheek just to get the breathy reply of ‘morning.’

Ace sits up, turning to give you a once over, holding onto your wrist as he inspects the blackened veins along your arm. frowning. The frown turns into a small scowl as he stared off into the distance, obviously thinking of the battle by the blank look in his eyes. You would imagine he’d still be animatedly ranting and complaining if he wasn't so tired. The scowl on Ace’s face turns to his classic mischievous grin as he looks over at Deuce.

Before you could even tell of Ace, he leans over and grabs Deuce’s face, shaking it. “Wakey, wakey! Wakey wakey it’s time for school!” “UWAH?!” Deuce shot out, making Ace laugh as much as he could before holding his bruised ribs in pain. “Is it really time for school?!” Deuce wheezed from his own bruises, “We’re going to be late!” The blue-haired man shot up, kicking off the blanket on him weakly.

Before Deuce could even leave the bed you grabbed his wrist and pulled him back to bed. “Ace was just messing with you, the bastard—” “Hey!” You smirked, ignoring him, “You can sleep in Deuce, you’re fine.” Deuce rubs his eyes, smudging his spade makeup further and getting some of it onto his fingers, “Is it?” He asked bewildered, no doubt still half-asleep. Deuce allows you to pull him back in for cuddles, making Ace let out a scandalized noise.

“Hey! Let me in!” Ace whined, pulling your side so you are forced flat on your back. He snakes his arms around you and holds onto Deuce roughly, yet lovingly as he usually does. Drifting off back to sleep, you melt into the lazy embraces of your lovers.

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“Does it hurt?” Deuce asks, blinking a few times. His calloused yet gentle fingers run along your arms, tracing your blackened veins. “I’m fine, really, just… sore…” You let out a pained hiss as you push yourself to sit up. Ace sputters for a moment as the sounds of popping joints fill his ears. “Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing?!”

Ace huffs and Deuce stares dumbfoundead at you, as if you just proved the answer to his question wrong. Suddenly before the two could scold and worry over you, your stomach lets out a groan. “Ugh, I’m starving…” You hold your stomach in pain, stomach punishing you for not eating since yesterday.

Deuce looked over at you, his wide eyes turned to those filled with determination. How cute he looked when he was focused. “Then I will cook for us, prefect!” Deuce announced happily, referring to you with such respect as he did when you first met, an adorable grin on his face. “I’ll join you.” You push yourself up, just for a searing pain to rush through your body. Your body refused to work with you as a dull sensation erupts from your back.

“Gnh!” You let out another hiss and collapse back onto your moth-bitten mattress, wincing in pain. “Yuu!” “Are you alright?” You couldn’t tell who was who as  you slip your hands under your shirt to rub soothing circles onto you back where Vil struck you. “I-I’ll be okay. I guess my body still needs time to heal…” You whine and close your eyes. Silence hangs in the roo as the two boys look at eachother then to you.

“Stay here, Yuu. I’ll help Loosey-Deucy here make breakfast. Maybe I’ll bring you some if I feel like it.” Ace teases to lighten the mood causeing Deuce to nudge the read-head roughly. “Okay fine, Ill bring you breakfast because I am such a great boyfriend.” Ugh, did Crowley possess him or something. You would hsve happily quipped if you weren’t so tired. You close your heavy eyes and drift off to sleep as the other two bicker, stepping out of the room.

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The spade and the heart soldiers trekked carefully along the creaky wooden floors of ramshackle, floorboards threatening to leave splinters in their socks as they continued to step through the hallway to the stairs. Perhaps it was because they both are still exhausted, but no words were spoken as they lean against each other affectionately as they walked, letting the noisy floors speak for them.

Descending down the cracked and dusty wooden stairs, and into the cobweb infested room they took a good look around the place now that no one else was there. Ace never realized just how bare it was until now. The rooms were devoid of any personality with only a few random items left strewn about in an attempt to liven the place up. Even then it was most of Grim’s messiness that was responsible for it. You didn't have much to call your own. He needs to start stepping up and giving you more things.

Deuce continues to make his way to the kitchen, noting your shoes that sat by teh door and your jacket that hung up. Turning to the door next to him and opening it, he let out a cough at the amount of dust that came out. Didn’t Yuu just clean it the day of the blot? The tought dies on his tongue as Ace let out a cough as well. Turning his head to face him he looks at Ace, whose makeup was still smudged

A slight smirk rose to Deuce’s lips. “What?” Ace asks annoyedly. “You’re handsome is all,” Deuce replies wryly, making Ace’s face light up a rosy red. “Ha… Hah?” The red-head gapes, stupefied before looking away, trying to hang onto his pride. “What’re you going on about?” “What am I not allowed to compliement my boyfriend?” Deuces smirk widens to smug expression. “Even with his smudged makeup.”

Ace covers his eyes for a moment, feeling the ruined heart on eye as Deuce chuckles. Defensively, Ace tenses up, “You’re spade is smudged too!” “Its is?” Deuce’s smirk drops as he feels his face and notices the blank ink on his hands. The two stared at each other, both faces slightly pink. Usually, the two would have fought and teased ech other, hell they do it any given moment they have, yet they just stare at each other for a moment, before cracking up gently in quiet laughter.

It was quite hard to not be grateful for each other after a rough fight, Deuce and Yuu may have admitted how worried they were for each other, but Ace was still in shock at the events of yesterday. He will happily cherish each moment he has with his partners today, even if it means he comes off sappy… which he isn't!

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In the dilapted kitchen sat stove as ancient as the school. The old-fashioned and rather gross-looking refrigerator was in working order, suprisingly. The rusted sink had both clean and heated water since you’ve complained enough about it to Crowley. The countertops weren’t entirely dusty for once, and the cabinets were mostly bare; only enough cutlery and plates enough for a few people were stored away.

Opening the heavy door to the fridge, Deuce looked inside. It was sad how barren the inside was, a small carton of eggs, a small half-gallon of milk, a few cans of tuna, and a handful of foraged vegetables and berries. At least Yuu was given some spices recently from Kalim…

Ace let out a low whistle at the sight. “Eggs it is then…” Ace opened a few other cabinets and pulled out an old beat up metal pan. He handed it to Deuce who immediately got to work with the stove-top. Heating up the pan, Deuce cracked a few eggs into a bowl and beat them with one of the very few pairs of chopsticks stored away. Adding some basic salt and pepper, along with a dash of milk. After mixing it he knew the mixture was ready.

Just as Deuce was about to pour the omelet, Ace’s hands suddenly ghosted his sides.“H-hey! Ace!” Deuce squeaked much to his embarrassment, making some of the eggs spill out onto the pan. “I'm trying to cook!” He pouted, trying to act serious to mask his surprise. Ace just smirked and gave a small chuckle, resting his head on Deuce’s Shoulder. “I'm not stopping you~” he replied in a shit-eating tone

Deuce huffed, and poured the rest of mixture into the pan lifting his arms to allow Deuce to hold onto his waist. The read heads cheek pressed against Deuces, watching closely at Deuce’s focused expression as the male twists the omelet on his chopsticks for a tornado effect. 

With a sly grin, Ace’s fingers shot up towards his sides, in an attempt to tickle him that that was cut short by Deuce grabbing his wrist, “eh?” Deuce shot a half hearted glare. “My ribs are bruised, stupid. And come on, we need to have breakfast.”

Ace forgot. It was impossible to tease Deuce when he was so deadset on something, especially his precious eggs,

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“Yuu… Hey Yuu…"

“Sheesh are they still asleep?” 

Huh? You stretched out groggily and wiped your eyes before opening them. “Finally!” Ace huffed. “Breakfast is ready… How’s your back by the way?” Propping yourself up on some pillows with less pain. you guided the plate from Deuce's hand to your lap. “I’ve been better.” You chuckle before wincing at the sharp pain that coursed through you.

Ace and Deuce both join you in the bed with their own plates and chopsticks. They forgot how hungry they were from last night, the adrenaline must have had a toll on them, the transition from a fight to a performance was no joke. It was a pleasant silence you all sat in, an intimate sort of moment. How did these two dweebs get too close to you you wonder as you watch Ace attempt to steal soke bites Deuces food.

“This is better than any beach date we could have planned.” You smiled as the two looked over at you, confused. “Then again, any moment with you both is more than enough.” “Eh what’s with all this sappy stuff, Yuu?” “Oh nothing I just love you both is all” “Yuu…” Deuce trailed off dreamily, blush creeping to his face,’

Ace took this as an opportunity to  successfully steal a bite from Deuces plate. “Hah, you're too cheeky…” Ace teased before turning his head away so neither of you could see his reddening face, “But I guess this is a really good date…”