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Koushi is sprawled on the carpet, their arms raised dramatically. “I'm bored. I'm bored out of my mind. I can't believe my two datemates are here with me and I'm bored.”
“Me too,” Keiji answers, more to keep the drama going than out of will to actually move. “Chikara, find something to do.”
Chikara doesn't even move from his place – upside down on the couch – to say “We could always have sex”.
“Gross,” Koushi says, and Keiji snorts. “It's the worst idea you had so far and that's saying a lot.”
“Keiji suggested video games earlier, I don't think we can top that.”
They snort again, because that's probably what is going to happen anyway. Maybe not Mario Kart, though. Last time didn't end well.
“Fuck this stupid trap.”
“I'd rather fuck Lara Croft, but thank you for your suggestion.”
Koushi gasps, overdramatic, and Keiji can't help but laugh – Chikara makes a pleased face, like every time he manages to make a sex joke.
“Keiji, I can't believe we're dating a sexual person.”
“Me neither, yet here we are, watching him play Tomb Raider, all cuddled on one couch.”
It feels amazing, peaceful in a way their dates with Koutarou can't be – not that it's a bad thing, but Keiji also likes the quiet atmosphere that settles over the three of them when Koushi and Chikara are too tired to bicker and Keiji can just enjoy the soft tickle of their hair where they're tucked under their chins. Almost like now. Koushi's hands are pawing absent-mindedly at Keiji's thighs from where they're sprawled on Chikara's side, three pairs of legs tangled beyond recognition.
Chikara whistles as Lara croft climbs a ladder, uselessly showing off her legs and ass, and maybe Keiji needs to reconsider a bit.
“It's not even appealing at that point," Chikara says when half her shirt gets torn off. "Seriously, they need to give her some kind of. I don't know, protection ? She probably wouldn't say no to a bulletproof vest and a raincoat.”
“You'll see," Keiji sleepily muses. "One day, they'll put a non binary hero on screen and they'll be badass.”
“I loved Envy…”
It's said in such a dreamy voice – Keiji chuckles, and would bet five thousand yens that Koushi will want to watch Brotherhood again when they're done with the game, but Chikara buries his face in the crook of Koushi's neck to whine.
“Kou, you say this all the time !”
“Yeah, and you better watch your screen, because karma is a muscular forty year-old man hitting you in the face and, oh, you're dead again !”
Chikara groans – it makes their whole tangle-hug shake, and Keiji uses this opportunity to mess up his hair further than it already was after an hour of cuddling. Chikara looks positively adorable with his face all scrunched up and the worst case of cowlick since Nishinoya forgot his hair gel at the training camp, and Keiji doesn't resist the urge to kiss his cheek.
“Kou ! Why is karma never getting back at them !” he exclaims while pointing at Keiji. “They mess up my hair and they side with you, it's unfair !”
They're all too comfortable like this to play-fight with the cushions, though, so Koushi only grabs at them from around Chikara in a sneak attack, fingers brushing against their side, and-
“Chikara," they whisper. "Chikara did you hear ?”
He probably did – Keiji giggled right into his ear after all. Koushi moves their fingers with purpose now, joined by a new set of hands that find just the right place above their hipbone, and they're lost, full-on laughter bubbling low in their chest.
“Fuck. Keiji, you're-”
“You're ethereal,” Chikara continues.
Keiji barely acknowledges the compliment. They're in a daze, the music of the game faintly ringing in their ears, their skin tingling where Koushi and Chikara press tiny kisses, and it doesn't break the quiet if they giggle some more.