As the sun rose on the second day, Onoda began to pursue his next target, curiosity gnawing at his heart.
"Arakita-san..! Arakita-san, wait up..!"
"Ah, if it isn't Onoda-chan," Yasutomo flashed a grin behind his back, though his pace did not slacken in the slightest. "What do you want, huh? You wanna race me?"
Onoda raised his cadence. "Um, it's about last night… I was wondering, if you could tell us about yourself, I mean, about yourself as the Youkai—"
"Who you calling Youkai?!" snapped Yasutomo. Onoda yelped.
"I'M S-SO SORRY! PLEASE TELL US, YOUKAI-SAN!"
"THAT'S EVEN WORSE, DAMN IT!"
"Please..?"
"Nope."
"Arakita-san..!"
"Not happening."
"But, last night you said you would explain!"
"Haaah? I said no such thing."
"Y-You literally said, I'll explain some other time!"
"Nope! Don't remember it, therefore it didn't happen."
"But..! That's like saying half of your training camp didn't happen because you don't remember it!"
"Exactly. You're a fast learner, Onoda-chan! I'm so proud," Yasutomo's fingers slipped to his gear shifters. "Now if you don't mind, I'm gonna—"
"You're right, Arakita-san.." sighed Onoda, eyes twinkling. "I'm sorry for bothering you.. I'll go talk to Makishima-san instead…"
Yasutomo choked, face growing hot.
"Alright, alright,FINE!"
"Arakita… do I even have to ask?" grumbled Tadokoro, hands propped on his hips as he nodded towards the first-years perched in a row, squirming with excitement.
"They're here for their bedtime story, duh," Yasutomo rolled his eyes.
"But why are they sitting on my futon?!"
"You're the one who snitched on me, so this is payback!"
Tadokoro huffed. "Fine! I'm gonna take your futon, then!"
"Go ahead! I'll just share with my boyfriend," Yasutomo flashed a syrupy grin at Yuusuke, who clicked his tongue, but made no effort to hide his smile.
"Gross couple," Tadokoro shook his head, chuckling.
In another minute, Teshima and Aoyagi joined them and settled on Kinjou's futon, completing the ensemble. Yasutomo groaned.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," he kept his eyes on Yuusuke's hair, brushing those mile-long locks with a practiced hand. Yuusuke laughed.
"And you teased me for being unable to say no, sho. What's this, then?"
"I was cornered, dammit! Onoda-chan was ruthless!"
The culprit rubbed his nose, giggling sheepishly. Yuusuke smothered laughter.
"Well, come on, then! We can start from when I first visited you, sho."
"When you brought me notes and I punched the Scourge of Sohoku?"
"Yeah."
"Aight…"