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“It hurts, Soraru-san!”
Kashitaro stopped midway on his journey to his room. He walked backward like a robot and stopped right in front of Soraru—and Mafumafu—‘s room, putting his ear on the door. Simply put, he was eavesdropping.
“Shut up! The pain won’t disappear quickly if you keep on moving! Stay silent, will you?!”
“B-but, it hurts~!”
…somehow, that conversation sound very wrong.
“What are you doing—“ Kashitaro put his finger in front of his mouth, gesturing Hashiyan to shut up and mouthing, “Come here quick!” silently. Hashiyan, one eyebrow raised in question, obediently followed the instructions and joined Kashitaro.
“Shush! If you keep on whining like a baby, it’ll hurt you more than this!”
Only to be jaw-dropped on the process. The unbelieving look he wore on his face could be translated as, “What the hell are they doing inside?!”
Kashitaro shrugged, but continued to eavesdrop with the dark-haired swordsman. Together, they listened to the ambiguous conversation until un:c surprised them both with a loud, “BOO!”
If glares could kill, then un:c would die from them because of his two partner’s.
Yet somehow, un:c’s loud voice didn’t intrude the room owner’s ‘activity’. None of them came out, none of them opened the door, and both of them kept on making those ambiguous noise. Mafumafu with his whines and moans while Soraru with his sigh and—
“Just what the heck are you guys doing out here?”
This was Amatsuki’s voice. Said captain was looking at them in suspicion, arms folded in front of chest in an authoritative way. With same tone, he continued, “It’s not good to eavesdropping, you know? If Yuuto-san knows about this, I wonder what he will say to you guys…”
“But, Amatsuki—those guys inside are making suspicious noise!”
“Uh-huh?”
“And—and—Mafumafu keeps moaning!”
“So?”
“And Soraru-san’s inside too—as the one who is making Mafumafu moans!”
Amatsuki rolled his eyes, walked casually toward the door, and opened it (with Kashitaro and Hashiyan pleaded him not to do so in the background, which fell into deaf ears).
What they saw inside that messy room made the two eavesdroppers gawked in shock.
“Yo, Mafumafu-kun! How’s your leg?”
Mafumafu, who was sitting on of his bed, whined, “It hurts a lot! I asked Soraru-san to take care of it since Suzumu’s out today, but he makes the pain worsened!”
Soraru, who sat on the floor with medical kit (and Mafumafu’s injured leg) on his lap, groaned in frustration. “That’s because I’m not a healer, you idiot. I’m a swordsmen; my task is to slay monsters, not patching up injured people’s leg!”
And so they keep on bickering like nobody is watching them.
Amatsuki, done with his own ‘task’, turned himself so he could face Kashitaro and Hashiyan properly. Still with arms folded (now accompanied with that proud face of his), he said, “Go to the well and bleach your dirty mind now, you perverts, before I have to ask Suzumun to do something about it.” He paused for a while before smirked naughtily. “Something that involves a lot of mind-bleaching and his weird potions, maybe. What do you think—?”
But Hashiyan and Kashitaro were nowhere in sight now.
Soraru, finally aware of the suspicious topic his colleagues were talking about, frowned. “What was that about…?”
Amatsuki shrugged and walked out of the room casually, dragging the still-shocked un:c away with him.
Mafumafu blinked innocently. “Were my voice that erotic enough when I’m moaning?”
Soraru rolled his eyes. “Maybe Kashitaro and Hashiyan were just imagining dirty things, being perverts guy they are.”
“You’re talking as if you’re not a pervert yourself.”
“Shut up.”
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End.