it's chronic
*BACKDATES* erm. this one was a retarded commentfic from a post (15.10.09) last year. somehow it got to joking about dropout!nika. as you do.
so. 8D
it's chronic (aka, "school is for losers"). G; 530w.
"Whoa," Nikaido exclaims when he gets to Kismai's dressing room early. "Kitamitsu's here already? What gives!"
"He came here straight from campus," Yokoo informs him. "And I'd keep my voice down if I were you, because he spent all night camped at a library computer with forty-four bottles of Vitamin CCC." The evidence is in the recycling bin. "His backpack is as much of a sty as his room. It's disgusting."
Nikaido snorts. "Then what's his excuse?" He gestures to Fujigaya, who is a little longer than the couch can comfortably carry, especially given the way his head is tucked against Kitayama's shoulder.
"Victim," Yokoo shrugs. "The 'one more sample' Kitayama discovered his essay needed at 3AM. And it's lucky for everyone he only woke me up for proof-reading an hour before I'd been intending to be awake anyway." With a baleful glare, he forestalls anything Nikaido had been about to say. "No snide comments about sampling, Nikaido. Because it's not just those attending university that have to deal with term papers." He leaves 'even though they'd have to be a real moron to ask you for help' pointedly unsaid.
"...whatever," Nikaido huffs, and turns around intending to find the less academically inclined members of ABC-Z. But he's nearly bowled over by Tamamori stomping through the door. "What the hell?" When Tamamori doesn't so much as apologise, Nikaido scowls. "What crawled up your arse and died, huh?"
"Wouldn't you like to know," Tamamori retorts, pulling off his beanie. His hair is a mess and he inspects his reflection closely for pre-pimples.
"Not getting enough MIYA-Tea for your skin?" Nikaido sneers. Tamamori's resultant glare is enough to freeze a chibiko solid, before he stomps off with his makeup bag and the bathroom door slams.
"MIYA-Tea is a bitter blend lately," Miyata says apologetically, slipping into the dressing room. He sets his bag down and glances at Yokoo, then at the other two passed out on the couch, then at the space where Tamamori's not. Finally, he sighs and makes himself comfortable stretched out on the rug on the floor.
"Something due, too?" Yokoo supposes, using his higher powers of deduction.
"Yeah," Miyata sighs without opening his eyes. "And Tama-chan's got another entrance exam. We stayed up studying."
"Sure," Nikaido scoffs. "Studying. Like, anatomy?"
"Public Relations actually," Miyata mumbles, before a snore escapes his huge nose.
"...I suggest you leave, Nika-chan," Yokoo offers, except without the whole 'suggesting' part.
Nikaido rolls his eyes. "I was gonna go anyway, before all your stupid nap-disease infects me."
"It's called sleep deprivation," Yokoo says. "Heaven forbid your brain earns you it ever."
"Exactly," Nikaido says firmly, and catches Senga's elbow on Senga's way in. "C'mon, Ken-chan. We can go earn sleep deprivation other ways."
"Huh?" Senga blinks, before: "Oh!" He's always quick on the uptake when it comes to Nikaido. "You mean like how Tsuka-chan says about Yaracchi?"
"Exactly!" Nikaido tells him, his leer audible even down the hall.
'Exactly not,' Yokoo wants to say, but can't really be bothered. He slides on his headphones and lets a medley of Nino's piano solos soothe away his stress. Let the little geniuses think what they like.
so. 8D
it's chronic (aka, "school is for losers"). G; 530w.
"Whoa," Nikaido exclaims when he gets to Kismai's dressing room early. "Kitamitsu's here already? What gives!"
"He came here straight from campus," Yokoo informs him. "And I'd keep my voice down if I were you, because he spent all night camped at a library computer with forty-four bottles of Vitamin CCC." The evidence is in the recycling bin. "His backpack is as much of a sty as his room. It's disgusting."
Nikaido snorts. "Then what's his excuse?" He gestures to Fujigaya, who is a little longer than the couch can comfortably carry, especially given the way his head is tucked against Kitayama's shoulder.
"Victim," Yokoo shrugs. "The 'one more sample' Kitayama discovered his essay needed at 3AM. And it's lucky for everyone he only woke me up for proof-reading an hour before I'd been intending to be awake anyway." With a baleful glare, he forestalls anything Nikaido had been about to say. "No snide comments about sampling, Nikaido. Because it's not just those attending university that have to deal with term papers." He leaves 'even though they'd have to be a real moron to ask you for help' pointedly unsaid.
"...whatever," Nikaido huffs, and turns around intending to find the less academically inclined members of ABC-Z. But he's nearly bowled over by Tamamori stomping through the door. "What the hell?" When Tamamori doesn't so much as apologise, Nikaido scowls. "What crawled up your arse and died, huh?"
"Wouldn't you like to know," Tamamori retorts, pulling off his beanie. His hair is a mess and he inspects his reflection closely for pre-pimples.
"Not getting enough MIYA-Tea for your skin?" Nikaido sneers. Tamamori's resultant glare is enough to freeze a chibiko solid, before he stomps off with his makeup bag and the bathroom door slams.
"MIYA-Tea is a bitter blend lately," Miyata says apologetically, slipping into the dressing room. He sets his bag down and glances at Yokoo, then at the other two passed out on the couch, then at the space where Tamamori's not. Finally, he sighs and makes himself comfortable stretched out on the rug on the floor.
"Something due, too?" Yokoo supposes, using his higher powers of deduction.
"Yeah," Miyata sighs without opening his eyes. "And Tama-chan's got another entrance exam. We stayed up studying."
"Sure," Nikaido scoffs. "Studying. Like, anatomy?"
"Public Relations actually," Miyata mumbles, before a snore escapes his huge nose.
"...I suggest you leave, Nika-chan," Yokoo offers, except without the whole 'suggesting' part.
Nikaido rolls his eyes. "I was gonna go anyway, before all your stupid nap-disease infects me."
"It's called sleep deprivation," Yokoo says. "Heaven forbid your brain earns you it ever."
"Exactly," Nikaido says firmly, and catches Senga's elbow on Senga's way in. "C'mon, Ken-chan. We can go earn sleep deprivation other ways."
"Huh?" Senga blinks, before: "Oh!" He's always quick on the uptake when it comes to Nikaido. "You mean like how Tsuka-chan says about Yaracchi?"
"Exactly!" Nikaido tells him, his leer audible even down the hall.
'Exactly not,' Yokoo wants to say, but can't really be bothered. He slides on his headphones and lets a medley of Nino's piano solos soothe away his stress. Let the little geniuses think what they like.