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2024-08-02
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2024-08-08
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2/?
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" No rhyme or reason you're just in my head / And I'm alone in my bed. "

Summary:

I looped 'A Shitty Gay Song About You' and wrote this about it. I've never posted a fic on ao3 before pls help me. Kanade and Ena blink in eachothers direction for several minutes and pretend to talk about their work in N25 and stuff before promptly getting extremely gay.

Spoiler; everyone is gay. In my heart there's implied polyniigo but I didn't FEEL LIKE WRITING IT so use your imagination.

Notes:

I wrote this sleep-deprived running on a glass of milk, long-worn-off ADHD meds, and having not slept the night prior. It is 4am. I did my best. My hubris is unending and my sudden fixation on Kanaena is so awesome I promise.

Please tell me if y'all want me to continue. Thank youuuuuuu :3

Chapter 1: Napping and talking to your friends is a healthy part of a complete breakfast.

Chapter Text

Ping. Ping. Ping.

Kanade blinked. She’d zoned out again. Enanan was spamming him. Not the first time; definitely not the last. Oh, they were asking about their latest piece. It was meant for the cover that Kanade was currently composing. Kanade paused the tune to properly focus on the messages Enanan was spamming it with. Oh that was a call. Alright.

“K!” Ow. That was loud. Kanade took the opportunity to lower their computer’s volume. “I’ve been bugging you for 20 minutes, did you zone out again?” Enanan sighed, probably crossing their arms. “No, I was just distracted. You wanted me to look at your latest piece, right?” Kanade responded, tilting her head slightly as she spoke. Enanan seemed to pause for a moment. “Well- yeah. I already sent it, so..” They trailed off. Kanade opened the file, eyes widening when it loaded. It was a loose sketch in style, but clearly finished. There were splats of color underneath the pencil-like line art. It all tied together quite nicely. “This is amazing, Enanan. It’s perfect for the song.” Ena sputtered for a moment. “Of course- I spent hours on it!” Kanade didn’t doubt that for a second.

“Oh, hey. It’s almost 25:00. I’ll move to the group VC.” Enanan muttered, leaving Kanade alone in the call. Wow, he did not mean to zone out that long. Wasn’t it, like, 9pm about five seconds ago? Oh well.

The whole group was there at the proper time- Kanade kept spacing out, though. Lack of sleep did that to a girl-boy-thing. She only really processed the group’s words when they were directed at them. Amia said something about buying them all outfits, which Yuki decided was not a ‘fun group activity’ as Amia had insisted. Amia also got everyone to make a group playlist. This was the activity everyone actually agreed would be fun. Amia and Yuki left early, Amia cracking a joke about Enanan wanting a moment alone with their ‘pookiebear.’ Kanade was not listening to any of it until Enanan threatened to hit Amia with a steel chair. Yeah, these were Kanade’s best friends.

Kanade stared at her computer screen as, after 3 hours, the two finally shut up and got out of VC. Mostly because Enanan was complaining about needing their sleep to take their best selfies the next day. Kanade could respect that. Probably… Why couldn’t he focus for once? She was trying to get back to composing, it was not working.. Maybe Honami’s advice to sleep would be good. Sure, why not. What’s the worst that could happen, weird dreams? Believable, actually. Maybe. Kanade didn’t dream much- the worst possibility is that she’d get a bit behind on her work. Even then, that could be made up for. Also, Honami would be happy she was taking better care of herself.

Kanade saved the song in her files- making sure to actually name it properly so they wouldn’t lose it later. He shut off his computer, taking off her headphones and setting them on her desk. Her cats were both asleep on her bed- the blanket was barely still on it and her pillow was in the dead middle. Perfectly made, as all things should be. She stretched before climbing into bed, covering himself with his blanket and cuddling with his pillow. Out like a light.