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Reo and Nagi’s relationship is like a light switch that Cupid keeps fucking with, on and off, on and off, over and over again. It’s been that way since their freshman year of high school and is continuing into their college years. They’re inseparable for a few months at a time then they repel each other like two North Pole magnets. To an outsider, it seems like they’re a picture-perfect couple for those few months, and they kind of are. But Hyoma noticed the problem was they got too close. Reo becomes emotionally dependent on Nagi and Nagi becomes physically dependent on Reo. Every single time they end in a huge argument but somehow drift back to each other. Hyoma thinks he’s going to start a tally of the times Reo shows up at his dorm door crying because Nagi and him fought or Nagi just said something mean.
Hyoma can’t deny they have chemistry together but it’s the kind of chemistry that makes a nuclear bomb. Not love. Maybe he’s a little tired of it and that's why he agrees to Reo’s batshit crazy, stupid plan.
“I want to get back at him Hyoma, I don’t think he realizes what I’m worth. If he did there’s no way in hell he’d choose Isagi over me, I mean c’mon ,” he stops pacing around the room and whips his head towards Hyoma who’s patiently waiting for him to finish on the edge of the bed, “it’s Isagi .” Hyoma tries not to react as he learned years ago that feeding into Reo’s rants always means chaos but he does snort a little.
Reo throws himself onto the bed next to Hyoma, “Hyooommaaaa,” He whines, “I'm such a catch! Why would he choose fucking Isagi over me, it doesn’t make any sense at all.”
“Nothing Nagi does makes any sense which is why you should go talk to him about this instead of whining about it here. There’s nothing I can do besides validate your feelings and tell you to do the smart thing and communicate.”
Reo shoots up, “Hell no, I’m not talking to him first!”
Hyoma sighs, “Reo, it's been three days. Just call him, I'm sure it was a misunderstanding.”
Reo huffs and pouts, throwing himself back on Hyoma’s bed like he owns it, “No, I know what I saw. You don’t accidentally cheat on your boyfriend.”
Hyoma sighs, “If you’re so convinced he’s a cheater then why do you want him back so bad?”
Reo groans like he’s explaining the simplest thing in the entire world for the 100th time, “Because, we’re supposed to be high school sweethearts. You know how romantic that is?”
Hyoma shrugs and mumbles, “Not all high school relationships are meant to be, y’know.”
Reo sits up and turns to him with a frown, “Don’t project your failed relationship onto me, missy.”
Hyoma scoffs, “I wasn’t projecting.” Which is a bold-faced lie. He really thought his high school relationship was going to last forever but then Kunigami went overseas for a semester and he just... changed. He became cold and edgy which was hot for a while but quickly became annoying. He just wasn’t the same person as when he left and Hyoma couldn’t bring himself to love the new Kunigami no matter how hard he tried. So yeah, he is projecting a little bit.
“Wait, I just had a genius idea!” Reo exclaims jumping off the bed and taking Hyoma’s hands in his own, squeezing them enthusiastically.
“No, you didn’t. You’re not thinking clearly.”
“No, no, I did! And it’s good for both of us.”
Hyoma hates that Reo’s tone makes him curious. He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and debates for a moment then sighs and gives in. Curiosity killed the cat, after all.
“Okay Mikage Reo, what is this life-changing, genius idea that’s going to benefit us both.”
Reo grins evilly and presses himself into Hyoma’s space, “The two of us fake date.”
Hyoma blinks once, then twice, and a third time before standing up and pushing Reo away.
“You cannot be serious.”
“I am!”
He shakes his head, “No, I’m telling you you’re not serious. You’re going to go to sleep and realize this is the most brainless idea you’ve ever had in your entire life and we can laugh about it in the morning.”
“Hyomaaaaa, hear me out. Don’t you want your own high school sweetheart back? If we make him jealous he’ll come running. Same with Nagi!”
Hyoma pauses at the door, weighing the satisfaction of standing in front of Kunigami, hand in hand with Reo just to see him broken. The distraught look in his eyes when he sees that he’s actually lost the love of his life and he’s never going to get it back. Hyoma doesn’t really need Kunigami back but he loves winning and there’s no greater win than seeing the utter defeat on the face of his enemies, and in this case, Kunigami.
He bites his lip, “We can talk about it in the morning,” He says as he pulls the door open rather than giving in like he wants to.
Reo groans and whines about it a bit more, “Where are you even going? This is your room.”
“Isagi’s.” He states before slamming the door closed behind him. He can hear Reo yell “traitor” as he walks down the hallway. He can ignore it because it’s not like he’s going to tell Isagi anything. That's not to say he won't tell someone. After all, since Bachira invited him he owes him something and there are very few things Bachira likes more than gossip.
Isagi probably doesn’t care anyway. He’s got some complicated love shape going on with Bachira, Rin, Kaiser and apparently Nagi now too. Hyoma keeps trying to tell people he’s Rin’s bitch but nobody wants to listen to him. He pulls the door to Isagi’s dorm room open and his point is immediately proven. He’s drunk and hanging off of Rin who’s probably in the clouds as he’s not shaking the boy off. Isagi doesn't even react to the sound of the door open, he just continues to hang off Rin like he's some kind of playground. Trapped in his own little lovestruck bubble. Hyoma wants to gag.
“Yo,” he greets, shutting the door behind him. Isagi doesn’t even look away from Rin for a second but Bachira peeks his head over the edge of the top bunk bed and grins at him.
“Hyoma you made it!” He cheers, way too loud and energetic for the time of night that it is, “I’m rolling blunts up here, wanna watch?”
Watching Bachira roll a blunt is like watching an artist finish a masterpiece though there’s something a little less romantic about watching someone roll a blunt. Maybe it only feels too alluring because he’s usually faded while watching the process.
“Obviously, gimme a sec,” He says as he walks over to the single bed on the other side of the room where Isagi is hanging off of Rin. He pokes him hard in the stomach, “At least greet me next time, shitty host.” He complains.
Isagi swats him off as Rin threatens him, “If you make him throw up on me I'll kill you both.” He shrugs off Rin’s empty threat and climbs the ladder to where Bachira is sitting, crisscrossed on the top bunk, tongue poked out the corner of his mouth as he focuses. Chigiri sits across from him.
“So–” Bachira sings, looking at Hyoma with a suggestive smile and wiggling his eyebrows up and down, “What’s new?”
Hyoma bites his lip and glances around the room as if Rin and Isagi are in any state at all to be eavesdropping on their conversation. “Okay,” he sighs, giving into the imaginary pressure, “Nagi cheated on Reo.”
Bachira stares at him wide-eyed, “What!” he whisper-yells, “When? With who?”
Hyoma motions for him to lean in closer as he whispers the rest in his ear, “You know about Aiku's party a little while ago? Well, I wasn’t there to confirm so this is just what I heard but apparently Reo caught him making out with Isagi in some closet.”
Bachira’s jaw hangs, “Isagi! Our Isagi?” Hyoma nods, “So are they…y’know?” He looks down at the blunt he’s rolling and then back at Hyoma, shyly pleading for an answer.
“Nah there’s no way,” He nods his head over to Isagi who’s passed out next to Rin who’s staring at his phone like it’s the first time he’s ever seen it, “He’s still fucking obsessed with our ice prince over there.”
Bachira’s shoulders slump, “Yeah, you’re right. How could I forget?” He mumbles to himself, pouting even as he licks the blunt closed.
“Hey don’t be sad, I can think of someone else who’s super into you,” Hyoma tries to hint. Bachira just sighs dramatically.
“I don’t want anyone else though,” He pushes the blunt and lighter to Hyoma, still sulking like a kicked puppy, “I don’t even wanna be high anymore either. Look what you’ve done.”
Hyoma pats him on the thigh, apologizing mostly sarcastically for “what he’s done” and debates just telling him that Rin is obviously disgustingly down bad for him and they’d be so cute together and Isagi means nothing but he just lets Bachira sulk on his shoulder instead.
For most of the night, he lays with Bachira on the bunk, blowing smoke into Bachira’s face every once and a while because for whatever reason he thinks it's the funniest thing on the face of the planet. They’re like that for long enough for Hyoma to lose track and start drifting off until the door to Isagi’s dorm flies open and hits the wall with a crack. Hyoma jumps, hiding the blunts and half-empty bottle of cheap alcohol that’s been sitting beside him. Bachira peeks over the edge of the bed first and the immediate relaxation of his shoulders is enough of a sign that they’re not drug busted that Hyoma relaxes too.
“Hiya!” Bachira greets whoever just broke into the room. Hyoma sits up too, peeking over the edge of the bed to meet the auburn eyes that he’s so familiar with.
“Kunigami?” He is confused because he hasn’t seen Mr.Cyborg-Macho-Man since they all moved into the college dorms. Kunigami stares at him for a long tense second and the hairs on Hyoma’s neck stand up under the pressure of it. His lips part to say something, greet him, maybe make a smart-ass comment, but Kunigami looks away from him without a single glint of recognition in his eyes. He doesn’t even look awkward about it. He’s just acting like he doesn't, never, cared at all. Hyoma’s not longing for him or anything like that but it’d be nice for him to at least act like he’s guilty for the three years they wasted together.
Kunigami starts talking to Isagi and whoever else has entered the room in the past hour or so that he’s been distracted, smoking on the bunk bed but he can’t even hear it. Bachira must see or sense the way he’s suddenly tense and tilts his head at him.
Hyoma shakes his head and tells him it’s nothing to worry about as he throws his legs over the edge of the bed and climbs down.
“You’re leaving, Chigirin? How come?”
“Gotta talk to someone,” he says waving at Bachira, “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” Then he shuts the door behind him gently, something so simple that Kunigami couldn’t even do.
He makes it back to his room and immediately can tell he reeks of weed and the bit of alcohol Bachira may have drunk. Reo, who’s surprisingly still awake in his room, is sure to tell him as much.
“So? Did you think about it?” Reo questions, watching him closely as he walks around the room> Hyoma doesn’t really look at him but he catches a glance at a fire in his eyes that makes it obvious that he isn’t going to just let this go.
“Did you?” He asks in return.
“Obviously, it’s all I’ve been able to think about.”
Hyoma sighs and leans against his desk, “For the record, I think this is stupid and people are going to know and this is only going to cause problems down the road for both of us.”
Reo leans forward on the bed, “But?”
“Who says there’s a but?”
“There’s always a but.”
Hyoma laughs, “But, I saw Kunigami a minute ago and his dead fish eyes pissed me off so I’m agreeing to your plan.”
Reo whoops and cheers like he just single-handedly won the World Cup or something and throws himself into Hyoma, nearly knocking him onto the floor.
“Yes! See, I knew you’d come around!”
Hyoma shrugs him off, “Yeah, yeah, okay. I smell and I’m tired as fuck so after classes tomorrow we can discuss boundaries and shit.” Reo agrees and departs to his own room before Hyoma gets in the shower.