Ohhhh, you’re his favorite person. aside from dear old Iwa-Chan, of course. you two, along with Iwa, have been really close since you guys were younger. right now, Iwa was out with family right now, so unfortunately, he couldn’t hang out with you two. but you and Tooru? at Tooru’s house, laughing and talking (and you making fun of him sometimes).

you’re both exhausted now. you’ve been singing your hearts out with karaoke and ate to your hearts content. now he’s laying in bed and you’re sitting on the floor with your back against the frame. you’d been talking about something, but Tooru was barely even half listening. he’s been singing Hamilton songs under his breath the whole time.

when you finally notice and get up, snapping your fingers above his face to catch his attention, his soul practically jumped out of his body.

“what the hell was that for?!” he whined, a slightly irritated look on his face. he grumbled something and turned over, hugging his pillow and hiding his pouting face. “you’re so mean to me. you hang out with Iwa-Chan too much,” he said, propping himself up on one elbow.