Vehemence + Dependence REVISED - an Original Quintessential Quintuplets Story

The weekend had passed, and Monday had come.

(Y/N) was excited, but not more excited than Fuutarou. If anything about Fuutarou is obvious, it's his passion for studying. That guy would be perfectly fine in solitary confinement or on a deserted island, as long as he had his study materials.

(Y/N) was slouched against the wall. He scrolled through his phone, waiting for Fuutarou (again). He heard the same footsteps stomping on the pavement. He looked up to see Fuutarou, out of breath (again).

"Don't you remember what I told you?"

"Yeah, don't be late," Fuutarou said between breaths.

"Well, hurry and ring. And I expect you to take charge today."

"Yeah, yeah, okay."

Fuutarou pressed the button on the screen and waited once again.

"What?" an even more annoyed Nino answered, although it sounded more like a statement than a question.

"We're here," Fuutarou responded.

A dramatically loud sigh followed, and the doors buzzed, unlocked.

(Y/N) opened the door for Fuutarou and followed him inside.

They took the elevator all the way up. Fuutarou kept shifting his study materials within his arm's grip.

The elevator doors then opened to reveal the hallway leading to the residence. It wasn't a long hallway, just a few steps.

Nino was cooking something. Fuutarou took a seat on the couch while (Y/N) went up the stairs to get the rest of the girls.

He gently knocked on their doors with the same rhythm that he had used the previous Wednesday. They surprisingly all agreed to join him.

After (Y/N) sat back down on the couch, Nino came in with a tray of what she was baking. They were cookies!

(Y/N) pointed at the tray, mildly suspicious. "You sure those aren't poisoned or something?"

Nino nodded. "I'm sure. I wouldn't do that to you."

"Yeah, but you might to him," (Y/N) pointed at Fuutarou.

Nino shrugged. "Good point."

She put the tray down on the table and went back into the kitchen. The four other girls slowly came to the table.

With glistening eyes, Itsuki looked at the cookies.

(Y/N) read her thoughts. "Nino made them. I don't really trust them, but you can have one if you want."

Itsuki didn't have to be told twice. She snagged one and ate it. The boys looked at her, waiting to see if something would happen to her. But, surprisingly, Itsuki was okay.

(Y/N) shrugged and ate a cookie. "Mm... these are pretty good, actually," he said with his mouth full. He took another one.

Nino came back and put two glasses of water on the table, specifically choosing the one she put in front of each boy. "Glad you like them," she said to (Y/N).

But while (Y/N) was clear of the cookies, he still suspected something with the water, especially Fuutarou's glass. So, for Fuutarou's safety, he 'accidentally' took Fuutarou's glass instead of his own. (Y/N) had a plan.

He took a sip from the glass but didn't swallow it. He then suddenly made a big deal of it. He ran to the kitchen sink and spit it out, dramatically but realistically. He then came back to the table with a disgusted face.

"Ew... it tasted like a... I don't even know, a Starbucks Pink Drink or something... gross," he shook his head as if he got a chill.

Nino was in great disbelief. "What? Huh? No, it can't. Gimme that," she reached for the glass without thinking.