Chuuya

Finally, for the first time in three years of best friendship, Chuuya agreed to have a sleepover at Ide’s house. Or, more like his parents agreed to let him fucking live a little and go have a sleepover with his best friend for God’s sake.

Ide was his best friend of three years. He met her in freshman year, she was a sophomore. She was only a year older than him and he remembered how nice it was to have a friend in the year above him to sort of show him around and make sure he didn’t die or whatever. She was one of those popular girls, but in the kind way. Ide knew basically everyone and every teacher. Sure, it might’ve been because her older brother had graduated valedictorian, but that wasn’t important. She’d came out to him as lesbian in his sophomore year and he’d supported her (obvi. He was both trans and gay. What kinda hypocrite would he be if he didn’t?). Now she was a senior and he was a junior.

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Chuuya knocked on the front door of what his poor ass could call a mansion, but really it was just a pretty big family home with a big back garden and pool. He waited a few minutes, adjusting his crossbody bag absently, and was just about to knock again when the door swung open to Ide standing at the door holding the collar of her little brother’s dog and inviting him inside.

“Hi! Come in, come in. Uh, put your shoes there—“ she pointed to the shoe rack by the door— “and sit down. Make yourself at home,” Ide welcomed, shutting the door and letting go of the dog’s collar.

Chuuya sat down on the couch. “Hey,” he said, crossing one leg over the other.

“So, my mom’ll be home with pizza in a few hours. My brother’s upstairs right now and the littles are staying at a friend’s place so they won’t be here,” Ide explained, “so we have the whole down stairs to ourselves. Whaddya wanna do?”

“Smash bros?” Chuuya said, barely giving the run down much thought as he looked over at Ide.

“Fuck yeah. You’re on,” she said and they got the switch set up to play Smash.