I don't know if I'll keep the title I have for this right now. (I changed it, it was 'fucking christ'.)
Requested by: UltraviolentWitch
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"This blows."

(Y/n) was standing in the living room of Kaito's house, mindlessly sipping on a cup of water. They were trying to remain absorbed in the water as they didn't want to confront the scene before her. All of their classmates were dancing happily to upbeat party music, red solo cups in their hands. Though inside of them was, what Miu claimed to be, 'non alcoholic wine she found in the capsule machine at school', everyone seemed to clearly be under the influence.

(Y/n) sighed as they turned away from the living room, trying to find somewhere to get away. Kaito had practically begged her to go, and she refused- coldly, as she always did. And yet, here she was. Sitting alone in what was assumably Kaito's bedroom, sipping on a cup of water silently.

It wasn't long before she was interrupted. In stumbled Shuuichi Saihara, his usual black baseball cap off of his head. He collapsed on the bean bag chair opposite to her, letting out a small sigh.

"What are you doing all alone in here, (y/n)-chan?" The boy asked, his hazel eyes making contact with theirs. "You really shouldn't be all alone in a boy's room... you don't know what you might find or what will happen."

"I don't care," they stated bluntly. "It's a million times better than spending time out there."

"It is a nice room," he commented, observing the ceiling which was painted deep blue with little white constellations. Definitely out of the ordinary, yet somehow expectable to be in the astronomer's room.

"And just how drunk are you right now?" (Y/n) nagged back at him.

"I can still talk, soooooo..." the detective responded, slightly more playfully than he would on a normal day. Not another moment passed between them before the door to the bedroom burst open again.

"I'm sorry, I'm not particularly fond of the living room climate!" The two of them jerked their heads towards the door, at which Kiibo stood nervously. He shut it behind him with light force.

"Why are you trying to come in here?!" (Y/n) yelled, a cross expression on their face. "Both of you! I just wanted to be alone!"

"Oh..." the robot sighed, a hurt expression on his face. They softened their expression, letting out a small, defeated sigh.

"I mean, don't go," they pleaded. "But... why are you guys even in here?"

"To get away," they responded in unison.

Before (y/n) could offer a response of their own, they were interrupted by another person pushing the door open. Ouma came into the room, only letting out his distinct laugh as he walked over to sit next to (y/n) on the bed.

"So are we just making our own party in here? Jesus fuck," (y/n) exclaimed as they scooted away from the boy.

"To be fair, (y/n), I believe they are, as you say, 'under the influence'," Kiibo explained.

"That just makes it worse!"they cried dramatically. "I hate being around drunk people! Especially my friends! Mere teenagers!"

"It's not even alcoholic," Saihara rebutted.

"But still..." (y/n) collapsed on top of themself, trying to mask their anger.

"Nishishishi... don't be so sad!" Ouma yelled, attracting (y/n)'s attention. "It's a party for a reason! Just try to enjoy yourself, nishishi!"

"Ugh..." they groaned, leaning up against the plum-colored wall. "Why'd you guys even come in here? Don't waste your time with me, go have fun."

"Well... to be frank, (y/n), this is fun to me," kiibo admitted, his pale robot face turning slightly pink. (Y/n) watched in awe as the others nodded in agreement.

"Pfft, whatever," they murmured, rising from the bed to leave the room. "I'm going home."

Before they could even touch the doorknob, she was alerted by a firm grip holding her back. They turned and saw Saihara holding her firmly, a small frown on his pale face.

"Saihara...?" They asked meekly, suddenly caught off guard. Their face turned a hazy pink,  eyes widened in shock.

"Stay here," he begged. "With me. With all of us."

"I..." was all that escaped from their lips before Saihara pulled her into a hug. They hugged back, still in shock at the boy's unlikely actions.

"I want to hug them too!" Ouma pleaded, springing up from the bed. Next thing she knew, (y/n) found themselves wrapped in the dictator's arms.

"Excuse me! I want to try this 'hugging' you speak of!" Kiibo exclaimed. Finally, they were wrapped in the robot's hard, metallic arms (which were surprisingly warm).

It wasn't long before Saihara and Ouma grew tired from the alcohol in their systems. They both collapsed on the bed, falling into a deep sleep. (Y/n) sat between them awkwardly, Kiibo standing across from her.

"Come join us," they pleaded, her face red with embarrassment at her own words.

"I would, (y/n), but I would probably break the bed. I am too heavy," he explained sadly.

"Who cares?" They asked, pulling on his arm lightly. He ended up laying on the bed with them, it not bending under pressure in the slightest. "See, you dingus? It's fine!"

"I cannot fathom how strong and large Momota's bed must be," the robot murmured. "To be able to support 3 people and a robot..."

"Yeah," (y/n) smiled, their eyelids drooping slightly. Before she was lulled to sleep, five words escaped their lips.

"But I'm glad it does."

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Sorry this was a little trash lmao it's hard to write 3 characters at once but I dig it