Bad Touch Trio x Reader: Sentiment

Living with your best friends- the Bad Touch Trio, as they called themselves, had its ups and downs. They were fun, and playful, and they never failed to show you a good time, but they were also sometimes perverted and insensitive. They were all extremely good cooks, but you always cleaned up after them. Today, they were out doing who knows what, and you were listening to music in your room. You sang along to the song

"Desert town ships, franchise night shifts~, small minds blank eyes big old bank slips~, I'll take big boy, he'll clean those drawers good, I'll get the safe while you start the car pretty thing, gimme a kiss, and put your foot on the gas now, all these people understand, is the gun in their face, or the cash in their hand~" you sang loudly, swinging your hips to the music, and dancing around.
Unbeknownst to you, you had three spies. They stood in the doorway, their mouths open, watching you dance and sing.
"Motel bedsides, Kansas not night, tall grass short dress, star crossed hot night, linens whisper, wrists held down love, your daddy was a crooked soul, with his heavy hand and bourbon cold, I shot him dead you hopped in, you were the prettiest thing I ever stole~"
They watched, mesmerized by your body and voice. You weren't very open about your amazing vocal skills, and only sang when you thought you were alone.
"We never shot a single one... They'd all been dead for years... Now stop! One two, one two three four! And all these people understand... Is the gun in their face or-" it was a miracle you hadn't seen them before now. You fumbled with the stereo, and turned it off, cursing at them.
"Calm down chica, you have a wonderful voice~!" Toni said,  and you flushed.
"Get out of my room." You said, your voice cracking. The three of them ran out of your doorway, and you slammed the door after them.
"Damn insensitive bastards." You cussed, and fell on your bed.

*Meanwhile with the BTT*

"Damn, I didn't know ______ could move like zhat." Gilbert said, and Toni rolled his eyes.
"I didn't know our chica could sing like that." He said, and Francis nodded.
"Oui. And ze fact zhat notre ami (our friend) kept it from us. We 'ave known 'er for trois years, non?" Francis asked, gaining a nod from the others. Francis stood.
"Toni, you should go apologize for us." Francis said, and Toni laughed nervously.
"Not alone, amigo. Either you or Gilbert are coming with me, entiendes?" He was afraid that you were going to kill him, in all your tsundre glory.
"Fine." Gilbert said, and he grabbed Francis by the back of his shirt.
"Lets go." He said, and the three of them headed upstairs.
"Eh, _____!" Toni called, and you slammed open the door.
"We're sorry. We didn't mean to stare like that." He said, elbowing Gilbert.
"Uh, ja! Zhe awesome me is also sorry." He said, and Francis nodded.
"Oui. As am I." He said, and you sighed.
"It's ok guys, I over reacted. I shouldn't have yelled at you," you said, hugging Toni.
"It's ok chica."
"Ja, and ve got to hear your awesome voice and see your awesome moves!" Gilbert said, and you flushed.
"Shut up." You grumbled, annoyed.
"No, mon ami, you are magnificent."
Yeah, living with your best friends had their downs. But they always managed to make up for them.
What kind of friend would they be if they didn't?