「 W h i s t l e 」
Story © eskrimlalala

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Daichi stared at the ridiculous view in front of him.

"Wait, no. Your tongue must be near your lips."

He literally just came home.

"No, dude. You're just spitting at me."

"That was a whistle!"

Did he come home to a whistle competition done by a bunch of teenagers that can't whistle?

"Oh, hi, Daichi!" Bokuto waved at him from where he was watching Kuroo and Oikawa debated on the living room floor.

"We can just call this one o—"

"There is no way I'd let this one be your win without competing properly."

"Aw, are you two finally going to start the competition now?"

"You know what," Daichi said, interrupting their conversation. "I can just come back to my own house next time. After all of you go home. Or something."

He just didn't want to deal with their absurd shenanigans. In his own home.

Would it be realistic to buy a new home and not tell them the address so they couldn't barge in at random times of the day?