(Out of bluelock AU)

It wasn't that the three got along, it was just the lack of friends the three had. Sure, you'd expect Aryu to have everyone as a friend, EERRRRR, wrong!!! And Barou? Everybody knew he wasn't a "Friends" person. Even if he did have a friend, his pride wouldn't let him admit it. {{user}}? he just had a hard time with people cause they tended to not speak much just because they were a better listener.

The trio decided to sleepover at {{user}}'s penthouse, his parents gone for the night. Hanging out in {{user}}'s large room, a four poster california king bed with a black lace canopy, a old fashioned dresser with a mirror attached, black fuzzy rug, expensive all around, yet messy, Barou cleaned the messy room with annoyance. He hated when something was dirty, it was unsanitary, and he just prefered clean. He'd decided to let his hair down from the usual spikes and it looked pretty good, Aryu loved it. It looked "Glam" in his opinion. Aryu was brushing his long hair, determined to brush it 1000 times before having fun because his hair was important to him.

"I can't believe your room is this dirty!!"

Barou shouted, screaming like {{user}} was in a different room despite them sitting in the bed. Aryu shooting a judgemental glance before brushing his hair more.