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It really wasn't supposed to go like this, I mean fuck I don't even like guys! I'm not even sure how we got here. Since when do men look like that.
It'd probably be nice if Otoya's brain would shut up for just a minute. Though a lot of things in the world would be nice that never happen. How did he end up here, here as in hungover to hell in some dorm he very vaguely recognized. Now that was never a cause for concern before, he'd woken up with this headache in far less recognizable places before, with significantly less confusion and stress than this. The issue here wasn't that he had half a clue to where he was, hell! It wasn't even that he was half naked! No the issue was the far too beautiful figure next to him that he was all to aware did not have a chest that even slightly resembled a woman's. Like seriously not even in the slightest if you squinted and backed up, well maybe besides the piercings, and the fact there was flush all down the sternum of this guy, oh and maybe the moles, wait fuck were really losing the plot here. The point is that this is very clearly a asleep guy next to Otoya in bed. The last time Otoya checked he did NOT like men, wait shit if he's practically naked did they sleep together??? Maybe now isn't the best time to have a crisis considering this guy could wake up and see him freaking out, or worse, want more. Nothing out of the ordinary hurts, so at the very least he can confirm he didn't get dicked down.
Any man in a total state of sobriety could tell you trying to wrack your brain from a hungover state does in fact get you nowhere. However, weak man equals weak solutions, so Otoya was lying here uncomfortably aware of the way to welcoming heat next to him trying to get even an idea of how he ended up here. I mean, worse things could've happened right? He wasn't dead in a ditch, or fucked up on something he doesn't remember taking, or being woken up by some girls far too big of a mans boyfriend not happy she cheated and taking it out on the poor soul that was Otoya Eita. Poor soul was used very lightly, any home-wrecking Otoya took part in was never intentional! Should he bail the fuck out of here, he didn't actually know where his clothes were, or his keys, or his phone, or what time it was, or where he was, god this sucked. As careful as a guy with a hangover with the sun blinding the fuck out of him coming up through the windows could be he tried to look around to gauge where his shit could be. He saw a hoodie that totally wasn't his color on the floor but with his schools logo so clearly he was still on campus somewhere. Thank the lord of that actually, it would've been a bitch to try to walk back to his dorm guessing which nearby campus he was at. You know this is why nobody should ever go to a Mikage house party, house is never the word for that kind of party more like penthouse mansion adjacent. So after a good quick scan of the room he actually only spotted what he thinks is his pants and his phone. His phone which, was left directly next to him on a charger? Now just because he only hooks up with women doesn't mean he doesn't know how that's weird. What guy makes sure his drunken hook ups phone is plugged up before he knocks out??
Otoya tried his hardest to slip out of whoever's bed this was in silence, not much of a challenge for once cause random here wasn't exactly all up on him like most girls would be. He's definitely escaped worse situations. Standing up and unplugging his phone at least answered what time it was, just about to be 7AM, way too fucking early for a life crisis. Speaking of that crisis and this random guy, Otoya wasn't sure he'd ever even seen this guy on campus? He had purple hair and Otoya figured that'd be kinda hard to miss, not to mention really strong facial features like seriously whose jawline looks like that while they sleep??? Losing focus again really gotta check if those pants on the floor were his. Picking them up made a grave mistake he hadn't accounted for, his keys in his pocket jingling around. So they were his pants that's great, he was putting them on now admittedly fast as hell, as purple hair stirs around propping up on his elbows clearly adjusting to the light.
Yeah well after feeling around in his pockets the rest of his shit was there so time to bolt!
"ya headin' out? fuck, what time even s'it?"
That wasn't the voice Otoya was expecting at all, thick accent, or maybe the sleep in his voice made it heavier. He looked down at his phone embarrassingly awkward like mumbling out something that really barely even tried to be real words. "uhhh.. 7ish.. got class." No the fuck he didn't, nobody fucking did it was literally the first day of their spring break. He kinda just shrugged his shoulders stealing some shirt from the ground that looked plain throwing it on and turning for the door. How 'I've never woken up next to a guy'-crisis did he look? That's this guys problem, not his, he used his shitty lie to get out of here so last step was to get out of here! He didn't make an effort to wait around for the guys response, or even look back to see his face he just walked out closing the door soft because he wasn't an ass enough to let it slam this early. It really was auto pilot after he walked out, there wasn't enough time before this headache got debilitating and the crisis really began to sink in. Luckily whatever rationality was left in his head clocked that the hall way he stepped into was very clearly his own dorm building as well. Looking down the hall trying to zone in on any of the door numbers was a whole task within itself but he finally focused on a '304', third floor then. His own shared dorm was 2 floors up he just had to find the elevator and pray no happy go lucky was up cheering around in it.
One foot after the other ended him up in front of dorm '508' fumbling around with his keys and shooting the door open to catch it on its way back shut before it slammed. Where the hell was his roommate, Hiori? As he made a b-line for his side of the room, kicking off his shoes he barely remembered putting on but clearly didn't care to tie as he fell onto his bed. Face buried in his pillow he thought about screaming but quickly decided against that as he was reminded of his headache from the fall. Right, that's why he wanted Hiori here because Otoya was known for never having a damn thing he needed which included painkillers. As if angels above heard his cry and pleas for help the door to their dorm reopened and beheld the devil that was Hiori Yo who had a begrudging look. There really was no time for interrogation right now, he demanded painkillers!!!
"Hiori, my brother, my friend, please tell me you have Advil." Groggy and muffled face half pressed into his pillow he held his hand out to Hiori.
"Probably somewhere, where the hell ya' been all night this time? Thought ya' planned on comin' home this time!" Did that guys accent sound like Hiori's, that was a question for post-painkiller him. "find them please and throw me whatever is in the mini-fridge that your lips haven't already touched" He was fairly certain he had enough direct kisses with a guy last night he couldn't spare any indirect ones with his roommate now. He'd rolled back over face fully into his pillow hand still out while he heard Hiori sigh and open their shared mini-fridge. That was followed by the sound of a bag being unzipped and a pill bottle shaking. He jumped at the sudden coldness in his hand and the pill bottle hitting him in the back. "Ya gunna answer me? Where'd'ya go last night??? Ain't ever seen a girl mark you up that bad!" He heard a laugh after that statement but he felt his stomach drop first. He sat up way to quick opening the bottle of whatever the fuck he didn't bother to look and chugged some to curve the sudden need to vomit. Once the taste hit his mouth he thought he might just vomit anyway, a hard swallow and a sharp look down later he realized Hiori threw him V8. Who the hell gives someone V8 unprovoked that shit is absolutely criminal.
"What have I ever done to you to deserve unprovoked veggie juice Hiori." Otoya dramatically gagged and searched around on his bed for the bottle of Advil, finding it with another gag realizing he had to take another chug of satan's sperm to take them. "Ya' said nothin' I've already opened! Not my fault you don't put nothin' in there but buzz balls!" Fair argument, eyes closed he dropped 2 Advil into his mouth taking a swig of carrot tomato juice and swallowing way too hard. His brain catching up to him after that remembered something, marked up..? He was still wearing a shirt right? So just how marked up could he be...? "Yeah well that doesn't explain why you even drink this shit!" He attempted pathetically to hide the panic in his voice reaching in his pockets for his phone pulling it out and opening the camera facing him. He saw his neck first then the absolute look of horror on his own face in the reflection. Suddenly the entire environment of their dorm changed it wasn't just Hiori laughing at Otoya like normal.
"What's that face for? Thought ya' liked when girls got ya' lookin' like that?" Now really wasn't the time for a interrogation especially when Hiori sounded seriously concerned and Otoya wasn't even sure what all happened. Instead of answering he just dropped his phone to his lap and his shoulders back down to his pillow with a loud ass sigh. "Dude seriously, What's goin' on? Haven't seen you this distraught since the home wrecking allegations" Otoya wasn't sure that even had him as fucked up as waking up next to a guy did. "It wasn't a girl." He had since pressed his hands onto his face so those four words were extremely muffled. "No clue what you said." Of course not because why spare him the shame of saying it once, no he just had to say it twice. "It, wasn't, a, girl."
Silence passed, a beat, another, and by the third Hiori burst out laughing way too loud for his hangover to be happy with. "HA! Ain't that something! Wait hold up, I thought ya' didn't swing that way Toya????" Yeah that was the problem wasn't it, he wasn't worried about Hiori's gay ass judging him for that, it was the opposite. "I don't!!!!" Hiori was maybe the worst person to have this conversation with, he should've lied and hunted down Aiku when he was over the sun sending needles into his head. "Well clearly some part of ya' does! Wait so just what happened??" This is part of the reason he should've lied, Hiori is too damn nosey for his own good.
"I don't know!! I remember going to Reo's party like I told you and then...." Yeah right he couldn't remember a damn thing earlier maybe he could now. I mean he had a pretty clear sight of everything leading up to the party, it's after he gets in and talks to too many people he knows when things get blurry. There was uhhh, Chigiri, the guy he mistook for a girl once and hit on, he was with his huge ass boyfriend, Kuni- something or another. He didn't really talk to them, he remembered bumping into that headband kid Hiori is friends with, and then.. he.. got a drink from, who was it again...? Glasses, right Yukimiya was the one who handed him the first red solo cup. Glasses, big round glasses he always wore even since high school when they met, big round glasses he remembered seeing a pair of at mystery guys dorm. That's why that dorm was oddly familiar he'd been there a few times... "oh shit." It wasn't meant to be an outside thought but now he said it and Hiori was giving him the worst case of a 'what the fuck' face.
"and thennnn...?" Hiori always knew just how to egg people on. "I think I slept with whoever Yukimiya's roommate is." Did he even know Yukimiya's roommate, he'd only been over maybe once or twice but he could've sworn that side of the room was so empty that Yuki got lucky and had a solo dorm. His thoughts on who Yukimiya's roommate could've possibly been were rudely interrupted by loud laughing again, what the hell could possibly be so funny right now? "Yukimiya Kenyuu?? Big ass glasses??? Yer high school pal Yukimiya???? Do you KNOW who his roommate is??" Each word was laced with laughter and tears at the corners of Hiori's eyes. "Yes that Yukimiya who the hell else, and no? Who the fuck is his roommate? Please don't tell me they're dating and I just fucked up a relationship and a friendship in one..." This really wasn't the stress he needed right now he had to figure out just what happened last night first. Anxiety like this really only affected him when it came money or soccer so why the fuck was he freaking out so bad. Before he even had time to debate on that Hiori literally fell over onto his bed laughing. "What is so fucking funny Hiori!!! Who is his roommate !!!!" It couldn't possibly be such a fuck-up Hiori had the need to laugh this much.
"HA! Nah.. Im not telling ya' who he is! Nanase is gonna flip when he hears about this!" Nanase.... Right headband kid, wait hold up. "FUCK NO! You're not telling ANYONE about this Yo! Why can't you tell me who he is????" How come it seems everyone BUT Otoya knows who this guy is. "Cus ya' gotta go ask em' yerself! Call Yukimiya if you wanna know so bad!" At least he finally stopped kneeling over laughing, but ask the guy himself?? Absolutely not! He's gonna avoid that guy until he's ashes in an urn! "I can't ask Kenyuu! What if they're together Yo, he'll kill me!!" This was the absolutely worst thing to possibly happen to Otoya in all 19 years of his time on earth. What the hell did him and that guy even do?? He was suddenly all to aware of aching around his neck, he really had to see how bad it was. Standing up from his bed waving Hiori off and pulling his shirt off in front of their shared floor length mirror he realized this was in fact not a plain shirt. It had been inside out and pulling it off and flipped it the right way revealing a crow with the name 'Inkwing' across the top. It was a band style shirt that reeked of liquor, it was also a band Otoya had never heard of. Probably irrelevant info to him anyway, so he tossed it to the floor looking up at the mirror trying to ignore the way he watched his own jaw drop. Hiori was right, he was covered, completely devoured even. It wasn't even just standard hickeys, there were bites all over him.
What the hell happened at that party.