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Lev pumped his fist in the air for his small victory.

“It’ll be like a date!” he exclaimed, completely casually. “Except it’ll be better because instead of going with a confusing girl you get to hang out with excellent company!”

Lev’s pride and bravado were mounting due to his success at getting Yaku to come out with him.

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“Oh! And you have a better idea, do you?”

Yaku spoke his words harshly but softly, crouched down as he poured the salt along the line of the door way. He had read this in a book that his father owned, that blocking off the entrance of the room could keep spirits or other bad forces from entering the room. Whatever was banging around below them was certainly no kind of good force.

“It should prevent it from entering, you know, if it isn’t a load of crap. We need to think fast. Who know how long it will stick around, it can probably outlast us. Look around for some kind of weapon..”

They had ducked into someone’s home to avoid the creature that was terrorizing them after catching them walking through a park near by. They had only been lucky that no one seemed to be there, and that they made it into the bedroom before the vile thing could make it through the front door. It was looking for them now.

He moved to start pulling open drawers, eyebrows furrows from fear.

“We aren’t even sure just what it is, but what we do know is that salt keeps it out...? If it turns out to be a load of crap, well... it was good to have know you, Yaku-san.” He commented, peering around.

“...dirty laundry. Is it disgusting enough to keep it away?” No, really, it was the best he could find over here. For some odd reason, Tsukishima did not look the slightest bit alarmed, even when the other stated it could probably outlast them.

“Say, Yaku-san... If such spirits exist, don’t you think that what was previously thought to be only myths also does...?” His tone seems to be as if making simple conversation despite their alarming situation.

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“I am dying!” Lev held out his hand where the splinter had lodged in the palm.

“I’ll try to be still but it hurts,” he whined, moving around a little as he awaited for Yaku to tend to his wound

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Kenma had to be honest, this was honestly one of the lowest points in his life. This stuff usually only happens in movies right? Someone standing out in the rain on your doorstep needing help? Guess not, but at least he's not out in the rain arriving at a random mansion ala Rocky Horror Picture Show.

Regardless, he shifted his feet back and forth as he waited for the door to be opened, wrinkling his nose in disgust at the feeling of having wet socks. If there was one thing he hated with a passion, it was wet socks. His head snapped up as the door opened, wet locks sticking to his cheeks and a soaked hood sliding hiding his face. He barely had time to react before he found himself quickly pulled inside, a shiver voluntarily passing through his body at the dramatic shift in temperature from freezing to warm.

“B-Being out in the rain doesn’t m-make you get sick..”

He managed to mumble slightly, unable to stop the stuttering caused by his chattering teeth. Was he ok? Well, Kenma didn’t really know. He just, knew he couldn't be home right now. He couldn't stand that it there currently, the idea of going back causing his chest to constrict with anxiety. No, he couldn't go back right now. Not after that screaming match that his throat still felt sore from.

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One thing was for certain when it came to sleeping, pillows were key. But somehow he’d been landed with a rather flat one almost completely unfit for sleeping. Luck seemed to partially be on his side at least with there being extra pillows. The problem was that he wasn’t the only one with his eye on them. Nekoma’s libero had his sights set on them too. But no way was he going to just give it up. A determined expression fell on his face as his body tensed.