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“You’ve got to be kidding meeeeee.”
Mezou sucked in a long suffering breath before turning to the shadowy twin of his boyfriend’s soul. “I have to do this, I’m not sure what else to tell you.”
“Dark Shadow-”
The shadow held up a spectral clawed hand, beak shoved up into the air. “Not now, Fumikage, Mezou and I are busy.” It then proceeded to lean in close to where Mezou was hunched over his laptop, emboldened by the dusk falling outside the window.
“I need to study,” Mezou repeated as he tried not to sound too long suffering. “And a part of that means that I can’t spend all of my time on you. I already said that I can pet you with one hand if you’ll stay still-”
“One hand?” It said, voice aghast. “You expect me to be fine with one hand?”
“Bakugo is just down the hall,” Fumikage piped up from his spot leaning against Mezou, the folded up futon behind them as the gray haired teen let his legs sprawl in front of him in the glory of his spacious, precious dorm room that was all his. “Or I can get the flashlight.”
“You won’t call Bakugo,” Dark Shadow said, eyes narrowed. “You think he’s a blowhard.”
“A useful blowhard,” Fumikage corrected as he held up his phone, the contact for Bakugou clearly visible, his face stoic even as Mezou tried to stifle his laughter.
The spirit eyed them both, letting out a put upon grunt before it slid to the ground and began to mouth at Fumikage’s sneaker half heartedly before spitting it out and proclaiming, “But I’m bored.”
“You could help me with my homework,” Fumikage said with patience born from years of dealing with his other half. “It’s math, you always like that.”
“I do not,” the spirit scoffed before attempting to crawl awkwardly back into Mezou’s lap, trying to be careful with the laptop keyboard but ultimately failing.
“That would be my liver,” Mezou pointed out as a claw landed a bit harder than he might like. His hands were gentle as he picked Dark Shadow up, mindful of its lack of actual weight. He still held it up, the shadow’s form small, mild and sweet as he looked it over as though it were an annoyingly endearing cat. “I thought you said that you did like math? Or at least that it was easy?”
“It is easy.” The spirit let out an annoyed huff. “Fumikage is just trying to distract me from the fact that you both are being incredibly annoying.”
“And what would you say if I bought you a new fidget toy?”
“You’re going to spoil it-”
“YES!” Dark Shadow sang out, leaping out of his grip as it bounced back and forth, occasionally leaping over their legs in its glee. “WHERE IS IT WHERE IS I-”
“My wardrobe, in the fourth drawer down, towards the back.”
With a squeal, Dark Shadow was streaming over as it flung open the drawer ang began to dig around. “You don’t have to-” Fumikage began before being interrupted.
“I know,” Mezou murmured, shrugging his many shoulders before nudging Fumikage with a pair of elbows. “I got it for cheap though. And look, he’ll be busy for at least ten, fifteen minutes.”
Fumikage snorted as he looked over, noting the way that Mezou had pulled his mask down. “I was of the understanding that you required study?”
“I can take a break.”