Not long after the ripped pants incident, the gym session naturally wound down. Sato had rejoined them for a while, but it was apparent that between Mina’s embarrassment and Izuku's anxiety over his accidental Retcon of Kirishima, the mood was undeniably altered. As such, the group gradually shifted to cooling down and wrapping up their session for the day.

  Fortunately, by the time they were about to depart from the gym, Mina seemed to have recovered from her embarrassment. She was back to her energetic and bubbly self, which quite contrasted with Izuku’s inner turmoil. Meanwhile, Eiko was none the wiser to the radical changes that took pce and instead was already thinking up a “manly” workout routine for her friends to share. Izuku was at least happy to see he hadn't completely changed who his friend was. Eiko Kirishima was still the epitome of positive masculinity… just in the form of a bodacious tomboy.

  Speaking of positive masculinity, Sato was still a bit flustered from being around two incredibly captivating and energetic girls. So much so that instead of joining them on their walk back to the dorm, he elected to stay behind and shower at the gym.

  “You guys go ahead,” he said, waving them off. “I’ll catch you back at the dorms.”

  “Sounds good!” Izuku returned the wave. “Looking forward to being in css with you, Sato!”

  With that, Izuku, Kirishima, and Ashido left the gym after saying one st farewell to Kaede at the front desk. Stepping out into the cool evening air, the walk back was filled with light conversation and ughter between the two girls. They mostly traded teases if Izuku could keep track of it all. As they chatted animatedly, Izuku found himself quietly observing their new dynamic.

  It was subtle, but the way Eiko and Mina interacted was different now. Back when Eiko had been Eijiro, there had always been an easy camaraderie between them, but it felt more like mutual respect rather than a close and personal friendship. Now, there was something about their dynamic that felt even more natural. Something more intimate. The most obvious sign was that they had switched from st names to first names, something only close friends and family tended to do. Next was that their body nguage was closer, and they were far more physical with each other than before.

  Even now, he watched as Ashido leaned her head onto Eiko’s shoulder while holding out her phone to take a selfie of the two of them. Izuku had no doubts that Ashido’s affectionate nature would have led to a pretty simir situation regardless of Kirishima’s gender. Still, the way the two smiled and looked at one another spoke volumes. They were best friends in the truest sense.

  Izuku’s inquisitive mind couldn’t help but desire to jot down these observations in his notebook. Pulling out said notebook from his bag, he began writing his thoughts. ‘Despite focusing on Kirishima’s quirk during the Retcon process, the accidental inclusion of gender also changed her previous retionships. Yet it kept my retionship with her as roommates the same as before… As previously witnessed, it’s as if Retcon prefers the path of least resistance. If not, it could have easily adjusted our living situation to account for this change. Yet... Why didn’t it?’

  Lost in thought, Izuku didn’t realize that his sporadic looks toward his redheaded roommate hadn’t gone unnoticed. The moment the bottom-heavy pink woman noticed his lingering gaze, her lips curled into a mischievous grin.

  ‘Ohhh? What’s this? Is Midori interested in my bestie?’ Mina Ashido thought to herself as a megawatt smile grew on her lips. Turning to Eiko, she leaned in and whispered into her ear. “Psst! Check it out! I think Midori’s got a thing for you.”

  Eiko blinked, then rolled her eyes. “Mina, no.”

  “Mina, yes!” The enthusiastic pink girl shot back. She then nudged her best friend to turn around. “Look at him. He’s been totally checking you out and writing about you!”

  Eiko sighed, quite used to Mina’s obsession with her love life… or ck thereof. It wasn’t the first time and surely wasn’t going to be the st time her beloved bestie tried to rope her in on some fruitless quest for romance. Biting the bullet, Eiko turned and called out to her roommate. “Whatcha writing there, Bro?”

  Izuku blinked, startled by the sudden attention, and quickly packed his notebook away. No one, not even Katsumi, had read his notes on Retcon, and hopefully, that wasn’t about to change. “Oh! Just some thoughts from our workout! Yeah, that's all!”

  Eiko smugly turned back to Mina as if she just won the conversation. “See. Just workout notes. Now, can you stop trying to ship your friends together?”

  ‘Never!’ Mina wanted to scream. Despite having known the man for only a few hours, it was pretty evident to Mina that her new green-haired guy pal was a terrible liar. On the other hand, Eiko chose to take his words at face value, which Mina both loved and hated about her. ‘Oh, Honey… your quirk isn’t the only thing dense about you.’

  “Besides.” Eiko continued, surprising Mina with a somewhat rueful look on her face. “Midoriya’s got two girlfriends already. He wouldn’t be interested in a brick of a woman like me.”

  ‘Hold your horses. Midori has two girlfriends?! Like, multiple! Babe, why didn't you tell me?! But wait…’ Mina stared at her, dumbfounded. “Eiko. Babe. Bestie. Are you for real?”

  “About him having two girlfriends?” Eiko tilted her head. “Yeah? What about it?”

  “No, not that dummy.” Mina sighed dramatically, pcing a hand on her hip. “Eiko. You’re literally hot as hell. You’ve got the abs, the tits, the cute smile… Hell, I bet if you just fshed Midori, he’d be eating out of your palm in seconds.”

  Eiko’s face exploded into a deep red. “MINA! What the hell?!”

  Mina giggled, dodging an elbow from her flustered friend. “I’m just saying~”

  “I swear, you’re impossible.” Eiko shook her head furiously. Looking down at the rge tracks of nd on her chest, Eiko muttered to herself. “As if I’d ever do that…”

  Mina hummed in amusement, gncing back at Izuku, who returned to scribbling away in his notebook, utterly oblivious to their conversation. She smirked. ‘Oh, I am so getting to the bottom of this. What are you thinking about Mi~do~ri~?’

  Left to her imagination, Mina hummed the rest of the way back to the dorm, a pouting Eiko and a distracted Izuku only steps behind. It wasn’t until the trio started climbing up the initial steps to their dormitory that the green nerd finally put his notebook away for good. When he did, he was a bit confused by the change in atmosphere between his two friends. However, any question he had died when he noticed the grin on Mina’s face in contrast to Eiko’s pout. If he knew anything about his new friends, it was that the pink girl knew how to push Eiko’s buttons.

  Stepping through the dorm's sliding gss doors, the first thing Izuku noticed was a ck of a certain bodacious ravenette behind the welcome desk. Instead of Momo Yaoyorozu, there was a stationary human-sized robot with a detailed sign dispyed next to it. Reading it, Izuku quickly understood that since it was after 6 pm, the robot would handle any tecomers needing to sign in for their keys. However, seeing the seemingly chipper robot made Izuku question some things. ‘If they’re going to use a robot to check people in, why did Yaoyorozu need to man the desk all day?’

  Left with more questions than answers, Izuku continued to walk silently as he dwelled on it. It wasn’t until they stepped into their dorms elevator that someone broke the silence. A loud growl from Eiko’s stomach cut through the silence like a sledgehammer, instantly forcing Mina to break into a guttural ugh.

  Eiko immediately clutched her abdomen with a sheepish grin. “Uh… guess I burned more energy than I thought.”

  Mina cackled. “Geez, girl! Didn’t you say you ate like twenty steaks at lunch?”

  Eiko shot her a look. “It was four...”

  Mina, still grinning, turned to Izuku. “So, what’s the dinner pn, Midori? Got anything in mind?”

  Izuku scratched his head, considering it. “I’m not sure yet. I should probably check in with Katsumi and Ochako first before deciding.”

  Mina nodded in understanding. “Makes sense. Just keep me posted, alright? And while we’re at it, I need to meet these two at some point. It’s super important!”

  “Sure, sure. I’m sure you’ll love them.” Izuku chuckled, though he wasn’t sure if it would be the same the other way around when it came to Katsumi. His first girlfriend wasn’t exactly known for her patience with over-enthusiastic people.

  As they reached the third floor, Mina suddenly grabbed both Izuku and Eiko, pulling them into a tight group hug. Izuku barely had time to react before he was engulfed in the very firm embrace of Eiko’s muscur frame on one side and the soft and pliable sensation of Mina on the other. The dichotomy of hard and soft was very stimuting.

  “Alrighty, my favorite dorks, both new and old! Good session today!” Mina announced, giving them both a final squeeze before pulling away. “I’ll catch back up in a bit. Don’t miss me too much~!” With a wink, she dashed off to her dorm, leaving Izuku standing there, dazed.

  Eiko sighed, rubbing her temples. “I swear, she’s so extra sometimes.”

  Still flustered, Izuku coughed awkwardly. “Y-Yeah… she definitely has a lot of energy.”

  With Mina gone, the two finally stepped into their dorm suite. The familiar atmosphere relieved them of some stress after their long workout. As they settled in, Eiko gnced at Izuku, her expression softer than before. Despite her disbelief in Mina’s words about how Izuku may have thought of her, they still left a mark. Hopefully, she could shield or at least prepare Izuku for the onsught of pestering that was sure to come.

  “Hey,” she said, leaning against the kitchenette counter. “Sorry in advance for Mina’s teasing. It’s probably just gonna get worse now that she knows about your girlfriends. She's a glutton for anything romantic.”

  Izuku ughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “That’s alright. I guess I‘ll do what I can to sate her.”

  Eiko smirked, then rolled her shoulders. “So, who’s showering first?”

  Izuku waved her off. “Go ahead. I’ll survive being stinky for a bit longer.”

  “Oh, you don’t stink at all! In fact, you-” Eiko cmmed up before her following words could spill out. Red-faced, the girl turned on her heel and darted into her room. Before he knew it, she had grabbed her shower supplies and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving a confused Izuku alone in the suite.

  Taking the rare moment of quiet, Izuku shook off his confusion and decided to step onto the veranda, letting the evening air cool him down. The view of the UA campus at sunset was breathtaking, the golden hues of the sky casting warm light over the buildings and pathways. He exhaled, feeling a rare sense of peace. That peace was short-lived, however, as his phone buzzed in his pocket.

  He pulled it out, seeing a message from Katsumi.

  >BombB1tch: “What are you up to, dork?”

  Izuku smiled, not thinking much of it. He quickly typed out a response.

  >AllQuirkedUp: “Not much. Just got back from checking out the gym with Kirishima. Thinking of dinner pns. You got any ideas?”

  Izuku waited for a moment. However, despite the message being marked as read, no response came. He blinked. ‘That’s weird. Katsumi was usually quick to respond, even if it was just a snarky comment.’ But the longer the silence stretched, the heavier the feeling in his gut became. ‘Did I say something wrong?’

  BANG BANG BANG.

  The abrupt knocks at the door were aggressive and in a certain rhythm that clued Izuku in on who was beyond it. Gulping with trepidation, Izuku stepped over to the door and opened it to reveal a rather irate blond-haired girl that he knew very well.

  “The hell, nerd?” Katsumi snapped, crossing her arms as she stomped inside before he could say a word. "You took your new side piece to the gym, but not me?"

  “Wha- She’s not…” Izuku staggered back, caught completely off guard. “Oh-uh, well, Kirishima and I had pns for it already. Then one of her friends showed up and tagged along, so we just decided to go.”

  Katsumi scowled, closing in on him until his back touched the wall. “And you didn’t think to invite me? What, you think I wouldn’t wanna check out UA’s gym?”

  “I sent you a message to see what you were up to! I never got a response, so I figured you were hanging out with Ochako and the others,” Izuku gulped as he looked down into his girlfriend's amber eyes. He knew she was likely pying up her irritation, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t annoyed. He had to word himself carefully. “I didn’t wanna interrupt.”

  "Did you now…" Katsumi questioned as she pulled her phone from her tight jeans. She kept her man pressed against the wall as she scrolled beyond her most recent message, revealing that she had missed an invitation from Izuku. “Fuck. Damn it… If I knew there was a chance to break in the gym, I definitely would’ve ditched ‘em for that. Being social is a pain in my sexy ass.”

  Izuku sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m sorry, Kacchan. We’ll go together next time for sure.”

  “Damn right we will,” she muttered, finally releasing her hold on him. “And I suppose Pink Cheeks and your new side pieces can come too. Need to show them who’s the top Bitch after all.”

  “They’re not-” Izuku sighed wryly, figuring it wasn’t worth the hassle. “Of course you do...”

  Just then, she finally registered the sound of running water from the bathroom. Her amber eyes flicked toward the door, and a slow smirk curled onto her lips as she connected the dots.

  “Speaking of… Brick Tits is in the shower, huh?” She quirked an eyebrow, the corners of her mouth curving into a smirk.

  Izuku blinked, that uneasy feeling returning. The way Katsumi’s expression morphed into something mischievous could only mean trouble. “You mean Kirishima? Y-Yeah… she’s taking her shower first.” he stammered. “She should be done soon…”

  “Then I guess there’s not much time,” Katsumi purred, stepping forward. Suddenly, Izuku found himself being guided by a palm on his chest, pushing him backward until he bumped into the edge of his small couch.

  “K-Kacchan?” he squeaked as she urged him onto the cushions. Before he could say another word, she straddled his p, her knees on either side of his legs, pinning him in pce. His heart hammered wildly as her denim-cd ass ground itself into his p, instantly awakening the mass beneath his loose sportswear.

  “I still need to reward you for helping me move in, right?” she teased, her voice husky as her lips hovered inches from his.

  Izuku swallowed hard. “Y-Yes?”

  He didn’t get a chance for an eboration. Katsumi’s lips crashed into his, her hands tugging him closer by the colr of his shirt. At first, his muscles tensed, and the thought of Kirishima emerging from the shower fshed in his mind at any second. He tried to pull back just enough to speak. “Kacchan! Kirishima’s ri-”

  “Shut up, you dork,” Katsumi muttered against his lips. Her tone held that familiar edge, but underlined with genuine affection.

  Any further protest died in his throat as she kissed him again, more fervent this time. Her fingers curled into his hair, lightly scraping his scalp in a way that made his nerves tingle. Aggressively in love was the best way Izuku could describe Katsumi’s feelings for him, something that she was more than ready to demonstrate at a moment's notice.

  Izuku's anxiety slowly melted as any remaining arguments dissolved. He slipped his arms around her waist, responding to her intensity with the same kind of heat, eliciting a happy purr from the blonde bombshell as he did so. Katsumi smirked into the kiss, satisfied that he was no longer resisting, and deepened it, her hands maneuvering themselves until they wandered beneath his shirt. Adding further stimution, Izuku felt his love begin to add motion to her hips. The friction of her jeans threatened to rip his shorts right off with her intimate grinding. More than once, Izuku had to adjust them in order to prevent his dick from being exposed, not that Katsumi minded in the slightest. The outside world faded away as they got lost in each other, the warmth of Katsumi’s body pressed against his, the way she molded perfectly against him.

  Eventually, Izuku managed to break the kiss, gasping for air as Katsumi’s lips slid to the corner of his mouth. She drew back, a triumphant look in her eyes. “Do you like your reward, my handsome hero,” she teased, breath hitching slightly.

  Izuku exhaled, his cheeks flushed pink as he tried to steady himself. “Y…Yeah, I do,” he whispered, his voice trembling with relief and lingering desire.

  A grin tugged at Katsumi’s lips, and she leaned in to pce one more quick kiss on his jawline. “Good.” She cast a quick gnce over at the bathroom door, then tapped a finger against Izuku’s chest. “Now then...”

  Izuku’s breath hitched as he felt a sudden grip on the full-grown mass beneath his shorts. Combined with Kastumi’s blushing face and glossy-eyed look, Izuku knew exactly what words would come from his love's mouth.

  Full of love and lust, Katsumi had only one thing on her mind. “Let’s fuck.”

  Unfortunately for her, that wasn’t about to happen. Any answer Izuku had died the moment the sound of the bathroom door swinging open. Both of the young adults had a jolt of panic through them, clearly missing the sound of the shower stopping mere moments ago. Izuku’s eyes darted up just in time to see his roommate step out of the bathroom. Only, there was something gringly wrong with the scene before him.

  With only a white towel wrapped loosely around her neck, Eiko Kirishima, the person who was once Izuku’s male roommate, was completely naked. Previously at the gym, it took a great amount of resolve to avoid staring at the tomboy’s surprisingly rge bust. But now, there was no avoiding it. Two fantastically rge breasts swung to and fro as the redhead idly left the bathroom behind, seemingly unaware of her state of dress. Despite the rising temperature from the steamy shower, for a split second, the room froze in stunned silence.

  Eiko opened her mouth to greet Izuku and his girlfriend but then stopped the moment Katsumi’s voice rang out.

  “God damn it! Seriously, Brick Tits?” Katsumi’s tone was ced with equal parts annoyance and amused disbelief. It was bad enough that her reward was dashed again, but now judging by the spasms of the dick beneath her, her man was clearly quite excited by the unexpected show. Something she decided to make a note of for ter.

  Meanwhile, it was as though Eiko had been spshed with ice water. She realized, too te, that she wasn’t living at her home anymore. Let alone in a dorm suite with a man she had only met today. Redness flooded her cheeks, nearly matching her hair color. She stood there dumbstruck, her free hand hovering uselessly near her chest.

  Suddenly, Mina’s earlier joking about “fshing Midoriya” echoed in her mind, and her eyes flicked to Izuku. Sure enough, his face was beet red, and he looked as though he might short-circuit any second. ‘Oh no.’

  Eiko’s own embarrassment roared to life. In a panic, she activated her Body Manipution Quirk until her skin took on a rough, stony texture. Then, with remarkable speed, she dashed to her room, her rock-like feet thudding heavily on the floor. ‘Damn it, Mina!’

  "S-sorry!” she yelped, voice cracking. She smmed the door shut behind her, but not before her breathless apology had tumbled out.

  For a moment, Izuku simply stared at the now-empty hallway, too stunned to form a coherent sentence. Katsumi, on the other hand, dissolved into uncontrolble ughter. “Oh, man,” she said, amused tears glistening in her eyes. “So you’re telling me… That not only did you luck out in getting a girl as a roommate… But that she also tends to walk around in the buff? Only you, Deku… Only you.”

  Izuku felt his cheeks burn even hotter than before, and he shifted under her, pulling away enough to sit upright. “K-Kacchan…” he managed, coughing to find his voice again, “that was… w-we should-”

  She rolled her eyes but moved aside willingly enough. “Fine, fine. Go take your shower,” she teased, flickering her eyes southward before shooting him a grin that made it clear she knew precisely how flustered he was. “You might want to hurry before she sees the tent you have pitched.”

  Izuku froze as he processed her words. Sure enough, between Katsumi’s intimate love and Kirishima’s erotic incident, Izuku’s sports shorts did little to hide how erect he was. Before Katsumi could make another snarky comment on it, Izuku used a minute amount of One for All to bolt to his room to grab the toiletries he’d yet to move into the bathroom. He was fast but not quick enough to avoid seeing the slightly damp Eiko return to the living room just as he was about to enter the bathroom. Fortunately, this time, she was fully clothed. A loose-fitting tank top and shorts covered her but did little to hide her rosy cheeks.

  “S-sorry about that,” Eiko muttered, clearly still embarrassed. “I-I’m not used to living with a guy, y’know?”

  Izuku inched closer to the bathroom door, his signature All Might towel held precariously in front of him to cover up the protrusion beneath. “Ah… It’s nothing, really! Accidents happen.”

  Katsumi leaned back against the couch, a wry smirk pying on her lips. “So walking around the house naked is the norm for you?” she teased. “Guess I should say thanks for the free show.”

  “Oh, man…” The redhead sighed. She donned her best puppy dog eyes and pleaded with all her might. “Please, do not tell Mina about this…”

  Katsumi cocked a brow and offered a pyful grin. “Haven’t met her yet, so no promises,” she chuckled, patting the couch next to her. “Come, have a seat. Let’s chat while my man cools off.”

  “Uhm, sure,” Eiko said quietly, gncing at Izuku for a brief second. Then she settled onto the couch, eyeing Katsumi warily.

  “Don’t mind us,” Katsumi said with a slight wave. “We’ll be fine. Go on, take your shower.”

  Izuku lingered in pce for another moment, trying to gauge if he should really leave them alone. Katsumi herself said she hates being social, so she clearly had an ulterior motive here. But given that Katsumi’s mood was more pyful than hostile, he exhaled a small breath of relief. “All right. Just… go easy on her, Kacchan.”

  Katsumi rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. Don’t you have a bigger problem to take care of, stinky?”

  “Problem?” Eiko tensed up, eyes of concern gnced up at him. “Is it serious?”

  “Oh, for sure.” Katsumi jokingly nodded, adding mock severity to the issue at hand. “Massive even.”

  “... Okay, I’m leaving.” Izuku sighed as he left the girls alone, praying that Katsumi wouldn't do or say something he'd regret ter. Once the door was shut and locked, Izuku stripped himself of his used gym clothes and turned on the shower. The water barely had time to heat up before he jumped right in, hoping the cool water could soothe both his raging hormones and his frazzled nerves. His first day on campus had been an emotional rollercoaster, and having water wash away the stress was precisely what he needed.

  As the water warmed up, Izuku quickly washed and rinsed himself, making liberal use of the soaps and shampoos that his lovers had personally approved of. He wasn’t the type to take super long showers… unless Katsumi was involved. So, after feeling sufficiently cleaned and cooled off, his time in the shower had quickly come to an end. Turning off the water, he let the st drops fall away and reached for his towel to dry himself off. Once that was accomplished, he reached for his clean clothes… then he realized, with mounting dread, that in his haste, he’d forgotten to bring them into the bathroom.

  “Oh no,” he breathed. He had the option to slip back into his sweaty gym clothes… But that was unthinkable. Why shower at all if he was just going to undo it all?

  Left with no other choice, he wrapped All Might’s visage around his waist and returned to the living room, hoping beyond hope that Katsumi and Eiko were too engrossed in their conversation to pay him much attention. His hopes were dashed the instant he heard an audible gasp.

  Instantly, his eyes were drawn to Eiko, eyes wide and her face burning crimson as she took in Izuku’s bare torso. Her gaze darted over his toned and muscur bare arms and chest, clearly a bit flustered. Then, to top it all off, Izuku heard her murmur under her breath, “She’s right… so manly.”

  “Told you so, Brick.” Behind her, Katsumi let out a loud, teasing catcall. “Hey, Sexy. How ‘bout you do a spin for us?” She quipped, practically cackling.

  Izuku felt a jolt of panic. “A-Ah! S-Sorry!” he managed to squeak, unsure why he was apologizing for being in his own dorm suite. Gripping the towel tighter, he skittered past the girls and straight into his bedroom, cheeks on fire. Once the door clicked shut behind him, he pressed a hand over his face, trying to quell the embarrassment thrumming in his veins. It was one thing for Katsumi to tease him. He expected that. But hearing Eiko call him “manly” did a number on his hormones. He sincerely hoped this wouldn’t affect their friendship.

  It took only a minute or two to find some fresh clothes and throw them on. Once fully dressed in comfy lounge attire, Izuku mustered the courage to reenter the shared living space. Katsumi and Eiko were seated on the couch, and again, the conversation halted the moment he appeared. Eiko quickly snapped her mouth shut, cheeks once more tinted pink, while Katsumi simply smirked at him.

  “Uh… everything okay?” Izuku asked, attempting a casual tone.

  Eiko stiffened and sat up straighter. “W-We’re fine!” she blurted.

  Katsumi jerked her head in the other girl’s direction, suppressing a chuckle. “Just girl stuff, nerd. Nothing that concerns you.”

  Izuku raised a brow. He wasn’t entirely sure if they were messing with him or really discussing personal topics. In any case, it was obviously making Eiko uneasy, so he decided not to press the issue. “All right then. Um… hey, it’s getting close to dinner, isn’t it?”

  At the mention of food, Eiko perked up. “Oh, right. Are we gonna hit the dining hall again?”

  Katsumi shrugged, leaning back. “We could. Or we could take advantage of the dorm’s full kitchen downstairs. Cook our own meal, y’know? Heard the kitchen’s pretty sick.”

  Izuku rubbed his chin, thinking it over. For the entirety of their time at UA, the dining hall would no doubt always be a reliable option. As they experienced it, he doubted they’d even grow bored of eating there. Then again, it might be nice to do something more private, especially after such an eventful afternoon. Plus, cooking with friends sounded kind of… homey.

  "Cooking something ourselves might be fun. What do you think, Kirishima?" Izuku asked of his roommate.

  Eiko hopped to her feet, looking relieved to move on from the awkwardness of earlier. “I’m game,” she said. “ I just need to tell Mina our pn. I could eat… well, a lot, actually.”

  Izuku ughed softly. “I think we all can. Let me send a few invites and we can head on down.”

  Shooting messages to Ochako and his new friends, he quickly got a reply from his girlfriend, who was excited to see what they could whip up. Unfortunately, Kyoka and Masako made pns with a few of the other girls in their dorm, so they were out, as well as Sato, who bashfully admitted to grabbing food on his way back from the gym. On the other hand, Itsuka and Mina would join them, which would still make things a great time.

  So, with the pn cemented, he headed for the door, with Eiko and Katsumi following closely behind.

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