Curate, connect, and discover
Author’s Notes: I’m so sorry this request took so long, @manacat
I wasn’t sure where to go with this because I’ve had a few ideas for it but they all were very unrelated to one another. I might make another part to this in the future :)
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You sat at your desk, writing a few final touches to your poster. A playlist- made up of many different genres of music by both of your guests- was playing through the speakers on your computer. Bickering behind you were your best friends who, at the moment, felt more like children you were babysitting.
"You know, you'd think that with the type of money you have, you'd buy a hairbrush," Kokichi said, tugging his fingers through Nagito's hair.
"Oh? I guess I hadn't thought about it." Nagito said, smiling, though wincing at every tug.
You turned to the two, who decided that your room would be the best place to have a sleepover. Though you originally invited them over to help work on the project.
You can't blame Nagito all that much, he really did help with a lot of the information for the presentation. As for Kokichi...
"Hey! HEY! What if we used a razor and I could shave it all? I wonder what you would look like with a shiny bald head?" Kokichi shouted, excitedly.
"Wouldn't that be a GREAT idea Y/N??" Kokichi shouted to you.
"I actually prefer the fluffy cloud hair... But you really should brush it, Nagito." You said, putting the eraser of your pencil against your lip.
"My head is actually quite sensitive, but I guess I could brush it."
“It’s only sensitive because you have so much hair. I can help fix that for you!” Kokichi said, twirling a strand of hair in his fingers.
“No thanks. I think I’ll stick with the sensitive head.” Nagito said, defensively.
With nothing else to add, the boys fell relatively silent.
"All done." You said, leaning back in your chair and stretching.
"Nice work. I can proofread it and make any edits tomorrow." Nagito said, applauding your efforts.
"Sweet! Now we can play games riiiight?" Kokichi said, bouncing to his feet.
"I could go for a game or two." You said, looking to Nagito for his answer.
"It couldn't hurt. Of course, I happen to be very unlucky so I shouldn't be much of a concern in terms of winning."
"Blah blah blah, unlucky this, lucky that. We get it, you're bad at games," Kokichi said, lightheartedly mocking Nagito, using his hand as a fake mouth, "You don't gotta make things up just to feel better about it!"
Kokichi smiled a big toothy grin, to show he meant no harm.
"Well, don't cry if I happen to win then." Nagito said, mimicking Kokichi's smile.
"Yeah, yeah, less smack talk and more playing, yeah?" You said, setting up the game.
Within 5 minutes, Nagito had won easily. Within ten, Kokichi took the lead and smack-talked his way through every round. Within twenty minutes, you had racked up ten times the amount of wins as theirs combined.
And for once in your life, you actually saw them working together, even if to try to beat you.
"So? should we take a little break before another round?" You asked, placing the controller down.
"Sure, but only so Nagito and I can come up with a strategy to beat you. You must be cheating so we gotta think up a cheat we can use," Kokichi crossed his arms.
"We won't really cheat," Nagito piped in, defensively. "You're just very lucky in this game!"
"I don't think luck has anything to do with this game.." You said, shaking your head.
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After your snack break, you started getting tired, and you could tell the others were too. You started getting blankets and pillows for the three of you and placed them on the floor.
After everyone was settled into their makeshift beds, and the lights were out, you started dozing off.
"Hey. Psst." You heard Kokichi whisper.
"What is it?" Nagito whispered back.
There was no response from Kokichi, other than a giggle.
"Hey. Pssssssstt." You heard again, a few minutes later.
This time Nagito didn't respond.
Kokichi sat up, and looked at Nagito. He was asleep already.
"Well, Y/N, you know what this means. The first to fall asleep at a sleepover gets vandalized!" He whisper-shouted.
"No, go to sleep. We have school tomorrow and I don't want to be late washing the marker off his face."
"No fun... Better hope you don't fall asleep before me." He jokingly threatened.