“Why do we need 4 packets of [chips of choice] B/F?” you asked as you followed her into her room, “two packets is fine.”
“No. Because I’m going to eat myself stupid,” she replied, throwing the packets of food on the bed then jumping onto the bed, herself.
“You don’t need food to get there, you’re already…” you paused, allowing her to finish the sentence in her head.
“Ex-squeeze me?” she replied sassily, “get over here and hop on the bed before I change my mind and kick you out.”
“You wouldn’t do that because you love me,” you replied, walking over and crawling onto her bed as well- making it quick just in case she wasn’t messing when she said she was going to kick you out.
As you lay there you started chatting about school, memories together, and RFO.
“I dunno, I just kinda wanna ditch this mission because the guy who has slave contracted us is a giant dick with an ego to match and he honesty thinks he owns us. But Tamaki put him in his place.”
“Tamaki can kinda get dom when he’s feelin’ it, ay?” she commented, half asking, half ‘just making an observation’.
“Oh definitely,” you replied, “he’s more confident in game but I’ve see his dom side in real life too so I know it’s there…”
“Why do I feel like you’re talking… sexual dom?” she asked cheekily.
“Because I am,” you chuckled, “but a lady never tells her secrets.”
“You’re not a lady, shut up,” she teased.
“Yeah, true,” you sighed, “I’m a bro at heart.”
“So asshole ego is going to get you to the next steps then?” B/F asked.
“I have no idea. We’re supposed to be finding out who is at the top of this organization then take them out but I don’t see how we’re gonna be able to do that.”
“Mmmmm,” she hummed, munching on another chip, “I dunno.”
“I mean, once we find the head honcho I don’t know what we’re going to do either so I guess it’s kinda a good thing things are moving slowly but I’m not wanting to go in game as much with this idiot supposedly looking after us,” you rolled your eyes.
“Get Mirio in there and tell him where you’re at and he’ll sort the guy out,” B/F replied before putting another chip in her mouth.
“He’d do a great job,” you replied.
“He would,” she replied, letting silence hang in the air for a second.
You ate some more chips and she just rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling.
“I need to text him,” she suddenly said, sitting up.
“What? Why? When?” you asked with surprise.
“I need to tell him I still love him!” she said, grabbing for her phone.
“Wait?! Are you sure? What about the long distance?” you asked.
She paused and groaned, letting her arm flop to the bed, still holding her phone.
“Is this where I have to stop you and remind you about your situation?” you asked her.
She groaned again.
“Is it going to work? Because if it’s not then don’t do this to him… OR yourself!” you replied in a stern voice.
She groaned again, still not looking at you.
“Give me your phone,” you demanded, “this is an intervention.”
“I still love him!” she wailed. You knew she meant it but she was also being a little silly with it and you reached out and grabbed her phone, wrestling it from her hand.
“Noooo~,” she cried.
“Yeeeees~,” you matched her.
“But he’s just so perfect and happy and strong and—,” she let out a loud moan that you couldn’t tell if it was a sexual moan or one coming from a place of being distraught so you tossed her phone away and grabbed her in a hug instead.
“I know,” you said, patting her head.
“And I just want him to hold me,” she continued.
“But I’m holding you,” you replied, lowkey offended.
“Put me down. I want Mirio,” she snapped playfully.
Too bad you have me now,” you replied.
“Get off me, I don’t want you,” she replied back with a smirk.
“Ah? Excuse me? You’ll accept my hug thank you very much,” you said with a playfully appalled look on your face, “I’m now Mirio, knock knock bitch I have a joke for you.”
“Who’s there motherfucker?” she asked.
“Broken pencil, who?”
“Never mind… it’s pointless,” you said, leering when you got to the punchline.
“Oh my god,” she groaned, “he would totally tell that as a knock knock joke.”
“Right?” you laughed, “you’re gonna miss those.”
“As weird as it sounds… I’m gonna miss his strange sense of humour,” she replied.
“Who knows… you might find someone else like Mirio… or Mirio himself! When and if, you ever come back after going oversees.”
“We’ll see,” she sighed, finally hugging you back.
Back in game, Tamajiki stood back, eyeing the burly man while his master still held the gun in a threatening manner.
“Has this happened before?” the burly guy asked master as he looked Tamajiki up and down.
“Only once,” master growled, “w-which I won as well so it’s not an issue,” he lied.
Tamajiki let it slide, giving the burly guy a stern look as he started approaching Tamajiki with heavy footfalls.
“How much would you give him to me for?” the burly guy asked master, his eyes on Tamajiki.
“Well,” master replied, putting the gun down, “he is worth a lot because of his stamina.”
The burly guy nodded.
“Want to come with me?” he asked Tamajiki, “I can train you. You have good fundamentals. It looks like you possibly martial arts knowledge in real life…”
Tamajiki stayed silent. He couldn’t afford to ruin this now, this was his out!
“You can have him,” master suddenly said, “and I’ll keep the girl.”
Tamajiki’s eyes flicked to master and he scowled a little.
“I definitely can’t leave Y/N alone with this guy… but I can’t pass up the opportunity to get closer to my goal…”
“There’s another one?” the burly man asked master.
“Yes, but she is hopeless,” he said, sneering at Tamajiki.
“I’ll go with this new person and then go back to in game as Butterfli3 and rescue Y/N,” Tamajiki thought.
Happy with this, he just waited for the men to talk it out.
A bit of haggling happened and finally he was relieved of the contract to master and was slave contracted to this burly member of the BB.
“I wonder if he is connected with anyone higher up?” he wondered as he watched the new emblem burn into his arm again.