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so drop that thing like a fumble

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[ the best thing about mei moving right on in with miyuki?

it means that suga doesn't have to trek all the way down to midas just to see him!! and it also means that suga has granted himself full liberty to let himself in and out of mei's room whenever he pleases. (which only seems fair, considering that he keeps falling asleep snuggled up to miyuki and waking up to find that mei has smushed himself between them in the middle of the night, draped all over both of them with arms and legs akimbo.) and this is one of the rare mornings where he's actually beaten both of them awake, sooo...

suga creeps into mei's room with all the latent ninja skills he possesses, grinning at the sight of him sprawled out on the mattress on his stomach. carefully, carefully... he creeps into bed with him, working his way until he's able to lean down over him. then he slides his hands up the t-shirt that mei sleeps in, whispering the faintest touch of his fingernails up mei's back, and purrs into his ear. ]

Meeeeeeiiiiiiiii. Wake up, lazybones. [ pot, meet kettle. ]

hi sorry I live below you and I hear your dog running around and barking all the time and— no no it’s fine I was just hoping maybe I could pet it?

[ As if they didn’t need any more indication that Steroids Are Bad. Somehow the team they’d been playing against had struck him as a bunch of fairly average guys until the top of the second inning and well, after that, things had slowly gone straight to hell.

At first the opposing team had been fucking difficult, possessed of unnatural skill and unnatural strength with which they’d scored multiple homeruns off of Sanada’s own pitches, and if that wasn’t enough, somewhere in the fourth inning one of the infielders had tried to…bite Mishima.

Sanada had just barely yanked Raichi off the plate when the opposing catcher had tried for his brains when the coach was already yelling at them to get the hell out of there as their team dropped their bats (bad idea; Sanada still held on to his, if only to fight those guys off) and ran off to the dugout. In all the confusion he and Raichi had not been able to get out of the stadium before it was overrun with zombified players who were quickly infecting everything they could grab onto. And with that unnatural strength and speed…

They’re already being backed into the bleachers as Sanada’s swinging his bat to fend off their attackers, trying to buy Raichi some time to climb up to safety. ]

This is bad. [ he manages, his grin in place albeit strained, given what they’re going through. ] Raichi! Are you up yet?

[ He can’t look— ]