Sora Quinn had ample experience dealing with conflict. Internal conflict, external conflict; as a victim and an instigator. To cut a long story short, he was good at dealing with it.
With the exceptionally icy exterior he developed from years of surviving his own family home, one could hardly imagine the inner workings of his mess of a mind. His heart would never consent to being seen, talk more of getting draped on his sleeves like a spectacle.
But all of that 'coolness factor' flushed down the drain in an instant.
He had a clear view of the moonlit scene before him. His black bedsheets served as camouflage, as he was suddenly witnessing his two male roommates enveloped in a battle of teeth and tongue. A heated one at that!
Sora recounted all the details, but nothing was adding up.
He was only just getting ready for bed. Teeth brushed, cologne sprayed, everything set. Then he could hear noise coming from outside his room and pieced together two things. One: his roommates returned together, which was strange. Two: they were arguing, which was normal.
It was none of his business, so he turned off the lights, flopped onto his bed and put his sleeping mask on. In a matter of minutes, and to his utmost surprise, the familiar obnoxious creak of his door sounded.
The argument came in, but it was quieter now. He could make out only bits and pieces that made sense to him, and he even heard one of them ask if they should wake him up. He prayed against it.
He heard some more shuffling, but then things got too quiet. He covertly lifted one eye of his mask, and was shocked to see Dae with a hand on King's neck. Neither looked particularly frenzied, but still, it could be life-threatening now.
About to get up and diffuse the situation, he was shocked yet again by Dae pulling him closer from the grip on his neck.
It was like lightning struck Sora when they suddenly smashed their faces together. He froze on the spot, unable to move an inch anymore. He wanted to close his mask again but he couldn't stop watching. The shock was too great.
They kissed and moved back together. Suddenly, Dae was on a table, pinned by his wrists against the wall. They continued to swap spit hungrily, in their own world.
After recovering from most of the shock, Sora's face was steadily heating up at the sight. Even if they thought he was sleeping, was he considered a log that would never wake up?!
Then came the intoxicated whispered exchange of: "You're so beautiful", "I hate you", "You're so mean to me", "I love you", "You're lying", "I love you so much." Sora could hardly be sure who said what, but their movements remained passionate. Then King pulled away at just the right angle for Sora to see each of their expressions.
King's short brown hair was tousled and rough. His lips were swollen, his face was flushed. His eyes.. he couldn't see them clearly, but the gaze was intense. Like he was looking at his most important thing. Sora could fill in the blanks as to what that gaze fully looked like.
His uncovered eye shifted to Dae. His shoulder-length hair was even more messed up. It was easier to see because of the silver hair dye. His eyes looked so soft, like he had been crying, or like he wanted to. His lips were swollen and his face was red. He looked like a doll that had been both abused and adored. The moonlight that came through the window was too sharp, it illuminated him too well.
He had noticed it before then, but Sora's heart squeezed when he had a strange thought:
Dae really was so beautiful.
King's heart must have felt the same tug because he blurted out, "I want you." Sora's eyes widened in panic and he covered his eye again, becoming even stiller. He truly embraced his new identity as a log.
His heart pounded in his ears and his mind ran wild. Were they really going to do it right there in his room? With him in the room? Right on his desk?! While he was in the room?!! He felt his head spin at the thought. But he didn't have to think for too long before he heard more shuffling and his door was softly shut.
He immediately sat up and threw his sleeping mask away. He took in deep breaths as though he had been drowning and was just rescued. He put a hand to his chest and tried to calm his breathing. He felt heat all over his face, down to his neck and up to his ears.
What.. was that..?
Before he could attempt to string any explanations together, a sound made him jolt. Through the thin walls, he could hear the excitement from the next room. The grunts and moans and groans nearly made his nose bleed.
Did they really have to do it in King's room?! They could have walked a bit further and gone to Dae's, if only out of consideration. He huffed.
Then again, how could all that passion he just witnessed be contained until they reached Dae's room? They probably weren't thinking about their surroundings, anyway. He was already grateful they didn't do it then and there.
He sighed.
Now off his panicked high, Sora was left with nothing but the dull echo of muffled sounds through the walls and the steady, embarrassing heat that stung his face and neck. His mind scrambled for a distraction. Anything.
Then he spotted his headphones on the bedside table and grabbed them, quickly turning them on and tapping a random playlist on his phone.
Maybe he could pretend he never saw a thing and just act natural.
But what if they eventually tried to come out to him? They lived together, after all. It would make things awkward, sooner or later, if they simply said nothing.
He groaned softly, flopped back onto his pillow, and stared at the ceiling for a minute before finally shutting his eyes.
"Roommates," he muttered under his breath. "The absolute worst."
Maybe it was all a dream.