“Fuji-senpai, I can't take it anymore.”

Ryoma complained, brows furrowing slightly as he continued on exasperating about how his seniors—Kaido, and Momoshiro—were being far too boisterous on the bed. “Well we can't do anything about that now, can we?” The older boy only smiled sweetly at Ryoma's aggravating predicament to which he shot a slight glare at how ironic it was for Fuji to ignore his plea for aid. His eyes flashed over to Fuji's fingers flipping another page of his book, clearly uninterested to partake in splitting apart the insolent members.

“Tezuka-senpai would you please tell them to stop—?” He turned around momentarily to look at the futon besides Fuji's where their captain was comfortably laying in. His words were abruptly cut short, seeing as now the only person capable of alleviating the situation had fallen asleep. A slumber party was supposed to be peaceful, and irenic—not truculent, and stentorian. His eyes narrowed, pouting as he crossed his arms and let out a whine of frustration. “Not fair! Not fair!” He clenched his fists, kicking the pillows to send them flying in the air as Kikumaru jumped in to prevent them from landing on the sleeping members.

“Who thought it was a good idea to make them share a bed anyways?” He shook his head left and right vigorously, throwing a distressed tantrum now that things have gotten way out of hand. “I wanna sleep! I wanna sleep!” He pursed his lips to abrogate some tears of enmity.

“Now, now, don't throw a hissy fit our baby boy.” Kikumaru chirped, laughing at the sulking younger as Oishi scolded him not to provoke the shorty even further. “Eiji, don't make him cry now,” Oishi reprimanded, to which in his dismay, earned a scowl from Ryoma as his words unintentionally enraged him further more. He had nowhere to lay down and sleep, as Momoshiro, and Kaido were wrestling on Kikumaru's bed—the host of the sleepover—the younger ones were supposed to share. Whereas the seniors on the other hand settled down on the floor inside their futons to rest the night.