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“…what the hell is this?” Kojiro stares down, at the absolute uncharacteristic mess his best friend has made. A clutter of clothes and random soft items daring to spill from the sides of his bed, bunched and cluttered together in a somewhat circle.
“Give me” Kaoru held out his hand and Kojiro complied because of course he did, he already walked all the way here in the middle of the day on his perfect Saturday. He had originally planned to laze it away by himself until Kaoru called him demanding he come with some of his shirts, so here he was.
The pink haired teen didn’t even look up as he held the worn out shirt he made Kojiro bring, staring at the mess around him before weaving it into the clutter. Kojiro could just see from how he leaned back, his lip pursed and his eyes ever so slightly squinted, that he was extremely satisfied.
“Seriously Ru, what the fuck is this mess” Kojiro asked again, unamused and confused about what this was supposed to be but of course Kaoru didn’t dignify him with an explanation, instead the squint turned into a sharp glare “its not a mess” he grumbled out instead in protest. He turned back to move some stuff, pulling in more random soft shirts of shit he clearly stole to work into the circle “hold on— I was looking for this shirt!” Kojiro went to pull out the T-shirt he had been looking for two weeks now.
It was like, his favorite shirt, and it had driven him mad because he thought it had gone missing. Before his hand could even touch, not even pull it out Kaoru had slapped his hand away “Hey! Get your gross ape hands off! You’re going to mess it up!” Kaoru hissed protectively, though Kojiro couldn’t understand how in the world he was going to messing up this monstrosity by pulling out a single shirt— HIS shirt by the way.
Rubbing his hand Kojiro looked over it once more, and for the third time asked “what is this? Why are you making it look like a tornado hit your closet and threw it all up on your bed?” Kaoru again, didn’t answer and glared, his ears slowly turning red as he looks away
“Its not that bad..”
“It is, what is it even supposed to be?”
“A nest..”
Kojiro froze, looking at Kaoru’s disappointed face, his ears red with embarrassment and suddenly Kojiro felt the guilt weigh on him. Kaoru was making a nest, and he was totally shitting on it.
“It’s not that bad..”
“Asshole, you just said it looks like shit!” Kaoru angrily threw one of the stuffed animals on his bed, Kojiro easily dodged “I mean, it’s good for a first time” he comforted.
Kaoru didn’t respond to him,instead he flopped down into the mes— nest, into the nest he made and pitifully looked up at Kojiro, he did his best to ignore how it made his heart squeeze.
“Is it really that bad?”
“Yeah, there’s literally clothes spilling off of the bed and on the floor. This is like the worst nest I’ve ever seen”
Kojiro got hit in the face with a stuffed animal, if looks could kill, Kojiro was sure he would’ve long been dead.
“Hey! Hey! What the hell are you doing!” Kaoru shot up watching in horror as Kojiro got onto Kaoru’s bed and into the nest “Literally half of this mess is all my stuff just let me lay in it”
Kojiro ignored Kaoru’s angry cursing and pathetic shoves, lying down in the nest his friend made, getting comfortable and ignored the angry look Kaoru had “you know it’s really ugly but at least it’s comfortable”
Kaoru stopped trying to kick him out and with an angry grumble lied back down too.