hello everyone!!! i hope this chapter finds you well <3 this chapter is longggg like wow... didn't mean to write that much lol so i guess this 'pajama party' chapter series is gonna be three parts!!! you'll understand later on why that is. and you might hate me a bit too lol don't worry i'll make up for it with an amazing part three hehe. also!!! my cover got an update!!! it's all thanks to the amazing _yoojii_ so big thanks to her!!! literally i love her gosh, go give her a follow if you can <3 anyways, happy reading my luvs!!!

I was tired of this already. Garou was not the only problem here; Makoto's attitude was only adding fuel to the fire. I wedged myself between the two, holding my arms out and pushing each of them back. "Stop. Just stop." My voice was lethally stony, an unusual tone that was only used when I was seriously angry. Haruhi sucked in her breath, recognizing the sound immediately. Even she had seen this version of Y/n before. And it wasn't pretty.

Makoto and Garou both froze, surprised by my sudden shift in attitude. I first turned to Garou, my eyes suddenly much more frightening then his could ever be. "You. Stop it. Be nice to my friends or else I'm sending your ass home. Got it?" Garou averted his eyes for a moment, obviously caught off guard by my behavior. Then he met my gaze again, his own eyes burning with fire. "Why are you siding with him?!" He pointed to Makoto angrily, his mouth pulling back into a snarl.

I crossed my arms, not bothering to get worked up over his attitude. "Let me make something very clear," My hand shot out, grabbing the front of his onesie and pulling his face near mine. "I don't care what you do most of the time, but do not mess with my friends." Still keeping my grip firm on Garou, I turned to look at Makoto, my stare getting slightly colder. "And senpai, though he's a total idiot and is unable to interact with people,"

"Hey!" Garou protested my description of him, but I continued anyways.

"This dumbass is my boyfriend. And I love him. So try and be nice, please."

Makoto blinked twice, completely dumbfounded by my words, but I was fed up. I wanted to have a great night with my friends, not be the object of some love tug-of-war. This situation was not going to fly with me right now. My senpai smiled nonetheless, apologetically lowering his green eyes. "I'm sorry Y/n, that was indeed uncalled for on my part." He extended a hand toward Garou, his expression seemingly genuine. "You have my apologies, Wolf-san. Let's start over, 'mkay?"

Garou stared at his hand, slightly disgusted. His eyes flickered back up to look into Makoto's, clearly still harboring some disdain toward him. "I don't need your apology and I don't need your handshake, so you can take both back. Consider yourself lucky, though, because I'll restrain myself from doing anything too horrible because Y/n forbids it. But that's the only reason. I don't like you."

"Oh good!" Makoto laughed, his grin returning to the slightly wicked one from before. "So I don't have to pretend to be your friend. That was going to be awful and I'm not that good of an actor. I happily retract both my handshake and apology. Both of them were fake anyways."

Haruhi looked at them completely dumbfounded. "Are you two trying to get killed by Y/n-chan?! Do you realize how angry she is right now?!" She stamped her foot on the ground, getting a little worked up herself. I smiled softly at her, breaking my demon mode for a brief moment. "Don't worry, Haruhi-chan. I'm not forcing them to become best friends. Simply getting along well enough for it not to affect the night it all I'm asking for." I looked between the two boys with a hopeful smile. "And they can do that for me, right?"

Garou sighed, slipping his calloused hand into mine. "I guess," He could never simply be agreeable, but the mere fact that he was making an effort made me smile widely. Makoto, on the other hand, instantly nodded his head. "Of course! I am not so selfish to ruin the night for my friends over my own distaste for someone," He gave a quick glance toward Garou, obviously hinting that Garou would have.

I felt my boyfriend tense up so I squeezed his hand. We locked eyes and I gave him a gentle, but silent plea. "Don't do it. He's trying to egg you on." Garou read my thoughts through my eyes, letting out a little sigh. Haruhi coughed loudly before anyone else could say anything; she liked to be the center of attention, especially at her parties. "Okay~ Now that everything's all settled, first things come first!"

"Ooo, I know what this means!" Picho clapped his hands giddily, his bright blue eyes sparkling. "Face masks!" Haruhi cheered in unison with Picho. "I got specific ones for what I think everyone needed to work on. No need to thank me~" Haruhi coolly explained, walking over to pick them up off of the coffee table.

She began to hand them all out; when I got mine, it was a mask that was supposed to relieve tired looking skin. "Hey! What's this supposed to mean?!" I glared at my bestie who innocently bat her eyelashes. "Well, I had to give you something. I didn't want to leave you out of the loop,"

"That's a total lie!" I pounced on her, giggling as I snatched her face mask. "Yeah, just as I thought. Nothing but pure moisturization for yourself!" Haruhi laughed, snatching it back. "Well, I just have such flawless skin!" She graced her cheek with her fingers, showing off her clear and dewy skin. "Oh really? What's this then?" I teased, turning her head the other way and pointing to a pimple near her temple. "Okay! Okay! That's enough!" Haruhi pushed me off of her jokingly.

"Hey, don't feel bad, Y/n-chan," Makoto chuckled sheepishly, showing me his mask. "Apparently I have uneven skin tone,"

"Haruhi-chan got me one for oily skin..." Picho chimed in with a small sigh. "I mean, I can't fault her, but still..."

"What's mine mean?" Garou was staring at the packet in confusion; poor thing probably had no idea what these even were. I glanced at his packet; it seemed like a simple moisturizing one, much like Haruhi's. "It means that Haruhi couldn't find anything wrong with you," I explained in a jealous tone, glaring at the girl. She just shrugged, sticking her tongue out a bit. "If you want the truth it's because I just hadn't gotten to see his skin enough! I'd rather stick to the basics because anyone could benefit from some moisture."

"Uh huh, sure." Picho crossed his arms, already taking off his hood to reveal his lush blond hair. "Well before any of us get any more offended, can we start? Apparently my oily skin needs some help,"

"I'm never trying to be nice ever again!" Haruhi huffed, taking her hood off too, her short brown hair especially messy today. I giggled, wrapping my arm around her shoulders with a wink. "Oh come on, we're just teasing! Though you might've benefited more from the redness reducing mask~" Haruhi flushed a little at my words, pushing me away by the forehead. "Oh shut up!"

All of us congregated in the living room, our hoods down. I pushed my hair back, securing it with some clips. "Oh no, Y/n-chan," Picho looked at my hair with horror, pinning his own bangs back cutely with some bright bobby pins. I titled my head, glancing at the window to catch a glimpse of my reflection. "What's wrong?" I certainly didn't see anything the matter with my hair.

"Oh you poor thing," Picho cooed, waving me over to him. "Come here, I'll fix it for you." Slightly embarrassed, I walked over and Picho went to work. He styled my clips to be in a crisscross pattern, much like his. "There! So much better!" I looked at the window again, seeing my confused expression. "I mean, I guess?"

Picho rolled his eyes as he began to work on Makoto. "What do you mean, 'I guess'?!" He wrinkled his nose a little as Makoto and I laughed. Picho skillfully went to work on his light brown bangs, pushing them back and then pinning them in place. A smile played on his lips when he finished, now the three of us matching. "Ooo me next, me next!"

Haruhi jumped off of the couch and in front of Picho, leaning forward. Picho puffed out his chest a little as he went to work on her too. "You're next, Garou-chan," He pointed at the grey haired male who looked both confused and a little frightened. "Ooo, yeah, yeah! I always wanted to know what Garou-chan looks like with his hair down~" Haruhi added, swaying side to side while Picho tried desperately to keep her still.

"First of all, don't call me 'Garou-chan'. Second of all, no way. No one gets to see me with my hair down..." Garou looked a little embarrassed which made me giggle. "Have you ever seen it down, Y/n-chan?" Haruhi turned to me, Picho's eyes flaring a little. "Haruhi-chan, love, sit still." Haruhi snapped back to her original position while Picho brushed her hair. I tapped my chin, thinking about her question. "I actually haven't..."

"Huh? But don't you two like, I don't know, live together?" Haruhi raised an eyebrow, making me shrug. "I don't know man! We don't shower together, you know. By the time he comes out of the bathroom it's already like that," I looked at Garou with a confused look. "How do you look with your hair down, huh?"

"That's none of your business!" Garou snapped, crossing his arms like a little kid. Picho chuckled little as he put the last clip in Haruhi's hair. Now we looked like stylish members of a band or something. Picho turned his attention toward Garou, a smile playing on his lush lips. "C'mon, honey," Garou cringed a little, leaning back. "Umm, I'm good thanks..."

Haruhi stood up, walking toward him with an impish grin. "You're not getting off the hook that easy~" Garou started to back away, suddenly a little uneasy around the brunette. He didn't get very far though because someone was behind him, halting his movements. "Oh c'mon, Wolf-san, you'll ruin all the fun if you don't~" Makoto held his shoulders, Haruhi confidently standing up while Picho closed in on the male. Garou looked like he was about to have a panic attack. Picho held up some sparkly bobby pins with little star charms, still smirking.

"It'll be okay, Garou! You're going to look so cute afterwards!" I smiled at him, peering out from behind Picho.

"BUT I DON'T WANNA LOOK CUTE!"

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"Aww you look good, Garou~" I sat next to him with a playful grin, poking his cheek. Picho hadn't been able to get a brush to his head (Garou was literally about to bite the guy's hand off), but he did manage to put the clips in the same crisscross pattern that everyone else was wearing. I thought that the sparkly clips were a nice addition too.

Garou, on the other hand, looked peeved. He glared at my bright attitude, waving my hand away. "Shuttup, I hate it." I leaned against his shoulder, gazing up into his eyes; his sourness wasn't going to damper my mood. "But you won't take it out because I like it, will you?" Garou looked down at me only to roll his eyes and scoff. "If you keep pushing your luck I might,"

"Ugh, you two need to get a room," Picho commented with a sly grin. Haruhi snickered a bit, as though she had something up her sleeve. She probably did, knowing her. I threw a couch pillow at them, Picho ready to throw it right back when Haruhi snatched it out of his hands. "HEY NO PILLOW FIGHTING," Makoto, Picho, and I all stiffened; Haruhi never said no to a pillow fight. "I have that planed for later, duh. And with better pillows than my couch cushions," The three of us relaxed a little, nervous laughter rippling through us.

Haruhi got her mask out and held it up. "Come on guys, let's go ahead and do these. Then we can have glowing skin all night~" Makoto chuckled, quirking a brow at her. "Is that the real reason? Or is it because we're all just so horrendously ugly that we need some help immediately?" Haruhi put a hand to her forehead with a sigh. "Oh no, you caught me! Although it's really only Picho that needs the help,"

"Excuse me?!" Picho dramatically turned on her, a look of complete disbelief on his face. "Look, honey, if you want to play that game I will light you up in a second," Makoto and I leaned close toward one another, looking at Haruhi with big eyes. "Ooo~" We teased, calling out in unison while she held up her hands. "Okay, okay, I was joking, alright? As in, don't get offended cause I didn't mean it,"

"She's just saying that because she doesn't want you three to hear some of my stories from when she partied a little too hard," Picho held up his hand, pressing it against the side of his mouth as though he was telling a secret. Haruhi laughed loudly, shoving his head from the side. "OKAY WE GET IT," She then threw his face mask at him with a playful growl. "Now put your damn face mask on,"

All of us began to tear open the packages, placing the cool sheets against our freshly washed faces. The second I put it one, I felt like laughing. This always happened when I wore face masks; it was like a curse. As soon as the mask was on my face, I began giggling. This time was no different.

I was already feeling the laughter bubbling inside of me when I got a look at Makoto. He was currently struggling to put the mask on his face and to get it to lay right. His emerald eyes made contact with mine as he quirked his head. "Is something funny, Y/n-chan?" I couldn't help myself at that point. I burst out laughing, it only getting worse when I saw Picho and Haruhi. "Dude, stop laughing, you're gonna mess it up," Haruhi pointed out with a huff, but I couldn't stop.

I ended up looking at Garou, which was a big mistake. He had managed to put his mask on correctly, with Picho's instructions, but I just found it so funny. The star clips were not helping. I kept laughing, trying to keep my mask on. "Y/n-chan, stop laughing!" Haruhi cried out only to start chuckling herself. "Oh no, here it comes-" Makoto added, knowing how contagious my laugh was. Pretty soon he was laughing too, the three of us trying desperately to keep out masks on.

"Stop it you three!" Picho sighed, trying to hide the smile on his face. It was too late, though, and soon he was rolling on the floor next to us. Tears were rolling down my cheeks, separating the mask from my face little by little. Garou just watched with a little bit of concern, the smallest smile on playing on his lips. Pretty soon Haruhi's timer went off; time to take the masks off.

"Well thanks, Y/n-chan." Haruhi had her arms crossed as she pouted on the couch. "It still worked!" She glared at me and I shrunk back a bit. "I mean, I feel like it did..." Makoto rubbed my hair with a chuckle. "It's fine, Y/n-chan. I don't think that you needed that silly mask anyways. Plus, that gave me my ab workout for like a week," He put a hand on his stomach with a grin. It's true; all of us had aching sides right now.

"Hey where do I put this thing again?" Garou had walked out of the bathroom, the last one to take off his mask and finish up. He was carrying the soggy white sheet with a look of mild disgust on his face; on his soft, glowing face. Haruhi, Picho, and I all had wide eyes as we looked at him. The mask had taken his skin from good to great. Haruhi ran up to him, running the back of her hand against his cheek. "Oh my shit, it's even softer than I thought,"

Garou quickly flinched away from her, holding up his hands to keep her away from his face. "Hey, don't touch me," Picho was right next to him in an instant, cupping Garou's face with his hand. "Oh good God, it's like baby skin," Garou retracted from him too, really not enjoying all this attention and touching. "Did I not just say 'don't touch me'?! Do you guys even listen?!"

"Ooo, Garou, you're like a cover-boy," I commented, holding on his hand and marveling at his wondrous skin. "What the fuck does that even mean?!"

"It means that she thinks your hot as fuck," Haruhi commented with a wink while I blushed a little. Garou looked at me a little confused. "Then why didn't you just say that, Y/n?" My face turned a bit more red as I tried to think of how to explain myself. When I couldn't come up with anything, I pointed at Haruhi with a glare. "Uno. Bring it out."

The cafe trio gasped. Makoto visibly gulped while Picho fanned himself, turning a little bit pale. Haruhi glanced around nervously before looking at me with wide eyes. "A-Are you sure? The Uno?!" I nodded, arms crossed. "I know that you were planning to pull it out anyways. Let's get it over with." Haruhi laughed softly, shaking her head. "Just don't be upset when I crush all of you." She walked over to the coffee table, pulling out the drawer to reveal the colorful pack of cards. Haruhi held them up for everyone to see. "We play with trains. And I'm adding a little extra rule to make things interesting~" She threw the pack onto the table, all of us staring at it as though it was a bomb, while she walked over to the corner of the room and picked up an empty Coke bottle. "Spin the Bottle. As we play, the person with the least amount of cards will have to spin. Then them and the picked person will go into the closet-"

"No, I can't go back in there!" Picho cried out, making me burst into giggles while Haruhi rolled her eyes. "They'll go into the closet for Five Minutes in Heaven. While they're doing that, the game will continue on between the remaining three people. Then when the five minutes is up, the next person to have the lowest amount of cards will spin." All of us glanced at each other; we had never played like this before. "I'm down for that," Makoto shrugged with an easy going smile. "It sounds fun in all honesty,"

"Wait, what's Five Minutes in Heaven?" Garou whispered to me, obviously a little too embarrassed to ask the group. I blushed, trying to think of how to explain it. Haruhi noticed me trying to sputter out an answer and laughed. "Do you have a question, Garou-chan?" Haruhi kindly asked, truly wanting to include him in their friend circle. Garou scowled a little, but eventually gave into curiosity. "Yeah, uh, what's Five Minutes in Heaven?"

Haruhi's eyes sparkled dangerously. "I think that it'll be easier for me to show you," She stood up from the couch and held out her hand. "Come on, let's go." My heart beat picked up as my mouth went dry; Haruhi didn't even like guys! Why was she doing this?! "Wait, why can't you just tell him?!" The panic in my voice was a little too obvious which made my best friend snicker. "What? You jealous~?" My burning cheeks gave my answer away without so much as a word.

Haruhi cackled a little, smirking. "Fine, to save Y/n the horror of having me make out with her boyfriend, I'll just explain it." She turned to Garou, tapping her chin. "So like, it's when you go in this closet or room with a specific person and it's dark. Then you two, you know, have fun!"

"Sexual fun~" Picho added with a wink. "Yeah!" Haruhi snapped her fingers at the blond. "Like, you kiss and just enjoy each other. And if you're really speedy, you could have sex. But, most people don't cause you're only in there for five minutes. And after the time is up, we open the doors! It doesn't matter if you were in the middle of something or not, we wanna see," She rubbed her hands together evilly.

"Or you two stand in the closet awkwardly until the five minutes is over," Makoto added with a grin. "Trust me, it's the worse feeling ever." Haruhi winced, thinking about the memory. "Are you talking about that time?" Makoto nodded, shuddering a little. I also didn't want to remember that party.

"Anyways!" Picho quickly opened the box, breaking up the deck and shuffling with ease. He was a master at shuffling cards. "Let's play~"

The deck got dished out and we all had our stack of cards; I wanted to groan because my deck was so bad. Not a single non-number card. I certainly didn't pull a plus four card... Haruhi started a timer for five minutes. "Who ever has the least amount of cards at the end of this five minutes spins first,"

The five of us began to play and with each passing second I was getting more and more frustrated. "Garou why are you skipping me?!" I almost screamed after he laid down yet another skip card. I still had the most cards out of everyone. Garou chuckled a little, obviously proud of himself. "All's fair in love and war. In this case, I'm both winning and keeping you from spinning,"

Makoto placed down a +2 card with a grin. "You're not stopping her from getting picked though," He had decided to take a seat next to Garou, mainly so that all of his attacks would directly hit him. Garou just grinned and set down another +2. "So what? Still better than her spinning," I groaned as I drew four; I had no cards to keep the train going. "This is stupid..."

Haruhi's timer went off and everyone began to count how many cards they had. I somehow had managed to get a wonderful total of twelve, mostly thanks to Garou. "I think that I have the least, actually~" Makoto said with a grin as he walked into the center of our circle and picked up the bottle, giving it a spin. The tip whizzed around wildly, wondering who it's first victim would be. And look at that; it was Garou.

Makoto's face went a little pale as Garou grinned, clearly trying to hold back some foul words. "Can't wait to stand awkwardly with you in the closet for five minutes," Makoto laughed bitterly, his eyes flashing. "The feeling is mutual," Haruhi walked the boys to the closet and restarted her timer, the turn picking up on me. As we played, I couldn't help but hope that they would be okay...

Garou's Point of View

I was literally counting the seconds until I could leave the closet. It was dark, but my eyes had adjusted so I could still see everything. I wish that I couldn't though. I didn't want to see that green eyed jerk.

There was only about a minute or two left in there when Makoto spoke up for the first time. "I hope you know that I'm not giving up," I narrowed my eyes when he said that. "Huh? What are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb, Wolf-san. You know exactly what I'm talking about~" Makoto looked at me; his gaze made me uneasy, but that smile made it worse. "I'm not giving up on Y/n-chan. And don't expect me to. She's much too good for you and I think we both know that,"

My heart leapt up into my throat; it was like he could read my mind and dredge up my deepest fears. Before I could retort, the door flew open, light blinding me temporarily. "How was it?!" Haruhi yelped with excitement as Makoto walked out, chuckling. "It was awkward, but fine. No physical violence, so you don't have to worry, Y/n-chan."

I walked out, still squinting a little as I sat down next to Y/n, blocking her from that pretty boy. "How many cards do you have now?" I asked teasingly as she desperately looked down at her deck with sad eyes. "Like fifteen..." I burst out laughing, pointing at her. "How did you end up with more than when I left?!" Y/n pouted, pointing at Haruhi who was on the other side of her. "It's her fault! She reversed the flow and then started hitting me with all these cards!"

I nodded to Haruhi, genuinely happy that the brunette had done such actions. "Thanks," Haruhi grinned back, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Anytime~"

"I HATE BOTH OF YOU!"

Y/n's Point of View

I stared at my cards in dismay; this was so stupid! I had a total of fourteen cards and they were still all number cards. Currently Haruhi and Makoto were in the closet together; who knew what they were doing. The timer went off and Picho rushed off to check on the closet, me close behind. Garou lazily walked after us, yawning a little. When Picho threw the door open, it was nothing interesting after all. They were literally playing Taps.

"Who's spinning next?!" Haruhi asked cheerfully, bouncing out of the closet as we all got back into our circle. "Definitely not Y/n-chan," Picho commented with a snicker. I couldn't even protest as I plopped back down on the floor. "It's not fair... Stupid dumb poopy-pants Uno..." I mumbled to myself as everyone else counted their cards.

"It's me," Garou said with a grin; he only had three cards left. He stood up again and walked to the center. My heart began to pound as he bottle spun around, dizzily trying to pick a target. The neck of the bottle slowed to a halt, picking the person; it was me.