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“Ok Umashou, Hanty, Rakia, have fun. I’ll be back soon, just have to deliver some things to an old friend, I’ll see you in a day or two!” Sachika exclaimed, heading out the door.
Rakia tugs at her shirt in defiance “Nooo~, Sachika, don’t go, I can’t stand these two. Especially Hanto,” he begs, clearly distraught. “He’s so annoying, and you’re the only one here that makes life worth living. That, and my undying hatred for the evil drug empire that Shouma’s family runs, who murdered my brother and sends homeless junkies after us and the humans so that they can forever fuel their monopoly, but mostly you!”
“H-hey!” Hanto squawks, stamping his feet, “Fuck off, pudding man.”
Shouma displays a defeated, vulnerable expression “W-what about me?”
Sachika bulldozes over Rakia’s statement. “Don’t care! You better get along, or else I won't bring you back any rocks for you to taste test. And Hanty?” She gives him a deathly look, “Don’t fucking swear in my shop, ok?”
Hanto blinks, sweating bullets, “Y-yes ma’am.”
“Good!” She exclaims, her bubbly personality returning.”Alright, see you guys, I’ll be back soon. Oh, also, there’s only one bed, so learn to share! Bye!”
“Wait, what do you mean there’s only one bed-!” The door slams shut, cutting Hanto off, and striking Shouma from his musing. Multiple Chocodon Gochizos made loud, unintelligible chittering, and Rakia smirked while Shouma blushed.
“They’re laughing at you,” He says, “‘cause you look stupid.”
“What?! No, they aren’t. They probably said something else, Shouma can back me up, right Shouma?”
Shouma’s face was redder than his gavv, as he barely managed to give a stuttered “I dunno” before shutting down.
In reality, the two Gochizos had said something along the lines of; “Ooo, Mom and Dad are gonna hafta share the bed,” to which both Rakia and Shouma understood, the former of which choosing to cause chaos (by lying), and the latter being too embarrassed to speak.
The conversation soon devolved into Hanto yelling at Rakia while he sat at the table, snacking on rocks, unbothered, with Shouma madly blushing in the background. The door opened, which no one heard, and a man walked in.
“Hi, I was wondering if…” the man took in the scene before opting to do the smart thing; he turned around and walked out. “Never mind,” he muttered fixing his magenta suit, “I was just passing through anyways.
_
Soon, it was night, and Sachika was still not back, leading back to the original issue: there was only one bed.
Shouma eyed the bed uncomfortably. “I could take the couch, if you want it Hanto.”
Hanto balked, “I couldn’t. You take it, I’ve got my own place, I’ll sleep there.” He moved for the door.
“No!” Shouma got in front of him. “It's fine, I can sleep on the couch, it’s ok. Besides, it’s already dark out and I don’t want you walking home in the dark”
The two bickered amongst each other, in some weird reverse game of tug of war, as Rakia pushed past both of them, briskly walking to the bed and flopping in the middle of it.
Hanto blinked, before angrily moving to shake Rakia. “Hey, what do you think you’re doing? Get out, you got your own place, skedaddle.”
Rakia moved his head to look at him, scoffing. “I just solved your problem. Sleep on either side of me, or leave, your choice. Either way I’m going to sleep”
Shouma shrugged, getting on the left of Rakia, almost instantly falling asleep.
Hanto debated for a minute, before getting on Rakia’s right side and also falling asleep.
_
In the dead of night, two figures snuck into the Hapipare. One of them held a device up to Shouma’s sleeping face, and clicked a button on it. It made a sound similar to a futuristic clock, and announced “Gavv”. The two men turned to leave.
“IWAE! The birth of-” *WHAM*
“Shit, Woz! What the fuck, Tsukasa?” The first man knelt down to tend to the unconscious newcomer.
“I didn’t know it was your hype man, Sougo. What do you expect me to do?!”
“To not knock him out when he shows up out of nowhere?”
“That seems like a lot to ask of me.”
“Huh? Wuzzat?” Shouma slowly started to wake up, barely comprehending the two (three if you count the one dead on his ass) men in front of him.
“Uh, uh, you’re in love with this guy,” the man points to Hanto, “and you should learn to be more accepting of your feelings. Shit, maybe I should too.”
The book on the man's hip starts shuddering, and he pulls out a playing card that shares a resemblance to Shouma’s rider form.
“That's all it took? Man, this guy is more basic than a pumpkin spice latte.”
“Huh? OH SHIT, INTRUDERS. RAKIA, HANTO, GET UP.” Shouma shouted, depositing a few yen into Sachika’s swear jar.
“And that’s where we take our leave. MOVE IT TOKIWA, WE GOTTA GO!”
The two intruders ran out the door, carrying the unconscious man with them, while being chased by three disgruntled and sleepy snack themed riders into the sunrise.