sweet(ie)

feat. google assistant's jokes

“haizaki.”

you called, sitting on the couch with your feet on top of the coffee table (an unladylike sitting position but f*ck etiquette).

“ryouhei.” you called once more, irking the male sitting next to you. “what.”

“why do you laugh the way you laugh?”

haizaki narrowed his brows at you, “huh?”

you sighed, “why do you laugh like a maniac?” it was a question asked out of genuine curiosity. but for some reasons, it annoyed haizaki.

“well, why do your laugh sound like a dying dog?”

“excuse me?”

you huffed at the insult and crossed your arms, “don't answer my question with another question, you jerk.” haizaki growled at the insult as you rolled your eyes.

“thinking about it, manager, why do you laugh everyday?” goujin, who was sitting across the two of you and was reading what seemed like a magazine (you know what kind of magazine), asked. “why do i laugh... everyday?” you repeated, blinking at the sudden unexpected question.

“well, that's kinda obvious. it's because you guys are a bunch of clowns.”

atsuya choked on his water and glared at you. “but for your information, i only laugh at funny things; like how nishikage ends up eating whatever nosaka buys.” you said leaning back on the couch and closing your eyes.

“i'll... take that as a compliment, manager...” nishikage said from across you as you only chuckled.

“– or the fact that you guys cringe whenever i mention the word ‘castrate’”. you laughed when the males flinched and covered their peewees.

“... well, it's good to see you laughing, manager. even if you're laughing at our sufferings...” ichihoshi stated as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“wait, i don't think i've ever heard you laugh about something aside from our sufferings, y/n.” endou pointed out as you blinked, “really? i didn't notice.”

“then i'll try to crack a joke and make you laugh, manager.” asuto exclaimed.

“aww, what an angel...” you melted but was reminded of the boys sitting besides you. “hah... haizaki, fudou, hiroto, why can't any of you be like asuto.” you bluntly stated with a deadpan look. the three shrugged as you gave up on buttering them up, simply accepting their bad boy wannabe natures.

“manager, which animal is the least trustworthy?” you waited for the answer. “cheetahs.”

you paused for a while, not knowing what to say. “sorry, that was bad, wasn't it...” asuto scratched the back of his neck as you shook your head, “oh no no don't be sorry babie it's not your fault.”

fudou from beside you scoffed and rolled his eyes. “babie...” he mumbled in a mocking tone as you gave him a glare, muttering:

“shut the f*ck up akio before i stab those pretty eyes of yours with a fork and make you eat it.” fudou begrudgingly did as told so.

“then i'll try.” nosaka volunteered as you raise a brow of surprise, “oooh...”

“why can't a bike stand on its own?”

“why?”

“because it's two-tired.”

you pursed your lips, “nosaka, sweetie, no offense but my grandma who's a boomer can do better at jokes than you.” you said as nosaka smiled, “none taken, sweetie.” the guys' eyes were as wide as saucers as they gasped at nosaka.

“wha–” you widened your eyes at his sly smirk at the end. how could your babie nosaka, your sweet cinnamon nosaka roll, do that kind of smirk?

“... my heart's palpitating, this is bad for my health, i'm going to sleep.” you ran your way to your room and shut the door close.

“she said she's ‘going to sleep’ but it's morning...” gouenji muttered, looking out at the window.

“i can hear you shuuya!”