feat. your and the boys' dying olfactory receptors

oh, it was just a pretty normal day with you and the boys lounging around playing with cards, phones, knives, etc. a day where haizaki and mizukamiya argue with each other, where nishikage vomits from eating too much (completely nosaka's fault), afuro and hiroto fights about who's the god between the two of them... yes, a completely normal day. until–

“oh my goodness. what's that smell?” you cringed and quickly covered your nose, stopping on reading your nancy drews and looked around.

“manager, what's that smell?” sakanoue complained as you coughed. “i don't know, i'm also dying here.” you said as you immediately tried to find something with a nice fragrance to smell.

“i swear i'll shove my hand through that person's mouth and squeeze their esophagus so tight they can't even swallow their own saliva anymore.” you mumbled as everyone complained.

everyone except the person whose back was facing you.

“what the actual f*ck goujin, was it you?”

the male only stayed silent and chuckled nervously. “did this frothy flap-mouthed hedge-pig just farted with his ass in front of me.” you mumbled as goujin immediately ran away and went to the gardens to release more of his... carbon dioxide.

“let's just open the windows for now, i'm getting the air freshener.” you said as you put on your slippers and left the lounge.

“i can't believe he farted in front of me, that prick...”