46 with whatever ship you want to do! :0
46.) “Hey, have you seen the..? Oh.” + Junkomatsu (that ended up longer than intended and not very shippy otl)
Junko Enoshima had an awful habit of never keeping the door shut. Of course, why would she? It wasn’t her room. It wasn’t her desk. Granted, it technically wasn’t Matsuda’s either, but if his nameplate was on the door, they were his consequences to reap.
And reap he did. As lacking as his own manners were, being a super high school level neurologist made him more susceptible to his peers barging in at all hours of the day. Between students he had neglected to keep appointments with and ones who mistook him for a school nurse on the daily, he’d briefly considered installing a revolving door and accepting the fate of the privacy he’d always lack.
But as intent he was on keeping his privacy, now, sometimes, one just gets caught up in the moment. Caught up in something better.
Uninterested in how much better this distraction could have been, though, Mukuro pushed open the door, full force and called out in a monotone voice. “Matsuda-kun, have you seen my-”
She froze.
The neurologist shot her a cold look, almost on default, before quickly realizing the situation and becoming flushed. Enoshima, perched on his lap, fingers tangled in the his hair. Mukuro had walked in on this scene a million times but the young man had yet to get used to the embarrassment that grew in his chest each time. “Oh, damn.” Junko, turning from her position on the boy’s lap to face her sister, feigned a bashful grin. “You found me.”
Matsuda quickly turned back to her and raised an eyebrow. What did you do now?
“I know you took my hunting knife.” The frustrated look on Matsuda’s face quickly changed to annoyed understanding, then shock as Enoshima pulled an absurdly large knife from the front of her blouse. The young man didn’t have a chance to ask how long she had that (and how distracted he could have possibly been to not notice) before Mukuro promptly lunged at her sister.
Junko pushed off of Yasuke, dodging out of the way of the soldier and, making a quick grab for her discarded boots and belt, found her way to the door of the room.
“Sorry to kiss and run, Matsuda-kun!” She gave a wink and a wave before dashing out of the room, tailed closely by Mukuro. Matsuda gave a resigned sigh and began to button up his shirt.
What better time to go see Principal Kirigi about a couple supplementary door locks?
