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the morning sun had barely crept over the horizon when peace was shattered.
“OHAYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”
nene bolted upright like she’d been shot.
her heart slammed against her ribs. her arms flailed. emu, still half-asleep, let out a confused squeak as she tumbled off nene’s shoulder and hit the mattress face-first.
“WHAT THE—!?”
it took a full three seconds for nene’s brain to reboot.
the sound had come from her desk. or more specifically—from the brand-new alarm clock rui had gifted her yesterday for her birthday. it was designed in sleek black metal, an elegant dial, and—
“OHAYOOOOO!!! GET UP, NENE! THE STAGE WAITS FOR NO ONE!! HAHAHAHA!!”
—tsukasa’s voice. screaming. on loop.
from inside the alarm clock.
nene stared at it in frozen horror as it blared a second round of auditory torture.
“oh my god,” she breathed. “i’m going to kill him.”
emu peeked out from under the blanket. “w-what’s happening…?” she mumbled. her hair was a mess, eyes still bleary from sleep. “did the house explode?”
“no,” nene growled. “but it’s about to.”
she stood up, grabbed the cursed clock with both hands, and, before emu could stop her, hurled it at the wall where rui’s house shared a wall with hers.
CRACK.
a dent.
the alarm clock bounced off and shattered in three pathetic, screaming pieces. a metallic wheeze of “oha—yo—o—” fizzled into silence.
“NENE!?” emu gasped, scrambling out of bed.
“RUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!” nene shrieked at the wall.
somewhere downstairs, her mom called up in a panic.
“is everything okay up there!?”
nene’s soul left her body.
she stared at the broken clock.
she stared at the wall.
she stared at emu.
“…oh shit.”
without missing a beat, emu leapt toward the door. “we’re fine!!” she called down. “nene-chan just, um, tripped! because she’s sooo excited to be awake! haha!!”
there was a long pause.
“…okay?” her mom replied, still suspicious.
nene sat down on the bed, face in her hands.
emu flopped beside her, gently patting her back. “that was kind of amazing,” she whispered.
“i’m never trusting rui again,” nene muttered.
“he said it was a custom recording,” emu giggled. “i didn’t think he meant tsukasa-powered war crime loud.”
nene let out a long groan and dropped backward onto the mattress. “i swear to god, if i get noise complaints from rui’s mom, k’m blaming you for not hiding it last night.”
“but you looked so happy when you opened it!”
“i thought it was normal! not a tsukasa jump scare machine!!”
emu collapsed beside her, still giggling, and slowly tucked herself under the covers again. “you screamed so loud, nene-chan,” she teased. “you never yell. it was kinda cute.”
nene blinked up at the ceiling. “you think me screaming is cute?”
emu smiled and snuggled closer. “only because i barely hear you do so~”
they both lay there for a few more minutes, tangled up in blankets and giggles and the faint smell of birthday cake from the night before. hthe broken alarm clock lay in sad silence on the floor.
“…next year,” nene murmured, “i want gift receipts from everyone.”
—
Kamishiro Rui 🎈:
Happy belated birthday.
Did you enjoy your gift, Nene?
Tenma Tsukasa 🌟:
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
SHE WOKE UP TO MY GLORIOUS VOICE!!
I KNEW IT WOULD WORK PERFECTLY!!
IT TOOK ME 23 RECORDINGS TO GET THE RIGHT LEVEL OF MORNING ENERGY!!! ☀️☀️☀️
Tenma Tsukasa 🌟:
THE FIRST TAKE WAS TOO GENTLE. THE FIFTH ONE WAS TOO EXPLOSIVE.
THE SEVENTH ONE SHATTERED RUI’S TEACUP.
BUT THE TWENTY-THIRD WAs
PERFECTION
Kamishiro Rui 🎈:
The dent in the shared wall says it worked well enough.
I heard something hit it at approximately 7:05 AM.
Tenma Tsukasa 🌟:
AHAHA!! VICTORY FOR THE STAR!! 🌟🌟🌟
Kusanagi Nene 🤖 (last seen at 9:36 AM):
FUCK YOU
— Kusanagi Nene has blocked Tenma Tsukasa —
— Kusanagi Nene has blocked Kamishiro Rui —
—
she sighs loudly, throws her phone on the bed, and flops backward into emu’s lap.
emu gently plays with her hair. “you know tsukasa could literally be at your door in under a minute, right?”
“i’ll hit him with the broken clock.”
“what about rui?”
“i’ll hit him with tsukasa.”
emu hums. “that’s very romantic of you, nene-chan.”
nene groans. “god. i hate them.”
emu giggles, then leans down to kiss the top of nene’s head. “happy after-birthday, love.”
“…i still hate them.”
“but you love me?”
“…unfortunately.”