Love is like a Blizzard
Chapter 7 – A Day Off
"Er…excuse me, Miss Blizzard, but are you ever going to wake up?"
Upon hearing this, Fubuki slowly opened her eyes to find sunlight falling on her face. She drowsily squinted as she tried to sit up. "Huh?" she asked.
"I asked if you're ever going to wake up. You've been sleeping here all morning…"
As she listened, Fubuki started to become aware of her surroundings. Apparently, she was still inside of Bang's Dojo from the night before. She was currently sitting on a bench with a blanket on top of her. The bright sunlight that she felt was streaming through the windows along the wall. And of course, Bang was standing right in front of her, staring her down.
"I fell asleep here?" Fubuki asked him as she glanced around the room.
"So it would seem," he replied calmly.
"Where's Saitama at?" she asked curiously.
"He left last night after you two finished training."
"Oh," said Fubuki, sounding a little dismayed. "Well, I guess he had no reason to stay if we were done…"
"I guess not," Bang agreed quietly.
Fubuki could only raise an eyebrow as she stared at the old man. "Uh, is there something I can do for you?"
Bang simply maintained his calm composure as he addressed her. "Well, funny you should ask that," he began. "You see, you've been sleeping here all night and, well…"
"Yeah?" Fubuki asked, edging him on.
"It's just…I know that I said that the two of you could train here, but if you're just going to loiter around the whole time, I'd rather you did it somewhere else..."
Fubuki just carelessly yawned as she listened. "Man, have you always been such a picky, grumpy old man?"
"I'm sorry," Bang said plainly, "but I'm afraid that I'm way past the age where I can allow beautiful young women to casually sleep in my home."
Fubuki gave the man a thoughtful grin as she stood up. "Hmph, I think I'll take that as a complement. But I understand; I've overstayed my welcome. I'll go ahead and take my leave now."
"Thank you," said Bang with a sigh. "And the next time you decide to fall asleep in here, just tell Saitama to take you home with him, would you?"
Fubuki immediately blushed upon hearing this. "Take me home with him!?" she repeated. "W-what the hell is that supposed to mean!?"
Bang just gave her a weird look. "That you can loiter around in his home instead of mine. Why is your face so red all of a sudden?"
"What!?" Fubuki screamed, growing more flustered. "N-no reason! I'm going!"
"Very well then," mumbled Bang as he watched the esper leave.
Shitty old man cursed Fubuki, clenching her fists. How dare he ask me why my face turned red! That's completely personal! Doesn't he realize that!? And what the hell was he trying to suggest that I do with Saitama!?
Fubuki paused for a second as she inwardly groaned. This is so stupid…why can't I control myself when I think about that stupid baldy? I honestly just need to stop thinking about him…
Throughout the next week, Fubuki tried her hardest to keep the stupid Caped Baldy off of her mind as much as possible. She attempted to focus her attention solely on things unrelated to the man, but for some reason, the bald hero managed to make a reappearance in her thoughts every time. At some points, it even hurt to stop thinking about the bald idiot, so Fubuki would just give in and start daydreaming about the hero, only to end up reprimanding herself for it later. However, it wasn't long before Fubuki began to grow attached to her innocent daydreams of the baldy, and eventually ended up embracing them. She liked to think about Saitama. It made her feel strangely happy.
But, at the same time, Fubuki was trying her best to stay wary of these feelings. She wasn't quite used to having these strange sensations of joy when thinking about a man. This crush was honestly taking a bigger toll on her then she was expecting. She was soon thinking about things that she never would have considered before, like how to gain favor with the bald hero.
And that was how Fubuki ended up in her current situation. She was currently sitting on her bed, staring down at her cell phone. She was considering dialing the number of a certain somebody, but she wasn't sure if she should actually go through with it.
This is so stupid she thought to herself. I honestly shouldn't be doing this. This question is just plain dumb…But, at the same time, I really want this information…so, should I do it?
Fubuki stared at her phone for a few more seconds before taking a deep breath.
Screw it.
Making up her mind, Fubuki dialed the number. She then raised the phone up to her ear as she nervously waited for the person to answer.
It wasn't long before they did. "Hello?"
"Hi," said Fubuki slowly. "Is this the Demon Cyborg, Genos?"
"Yes, this is him," Genos replied. "Who is calling?"
"This is the Blizzard of Hell," she answered. "Or, well, Fubuki, I guess…"
"Oh, Fubuki," said Genos, sounding mildly surprised. "How did you even get this number?"
"I contacted the Hero Association and requested your contact information," Fubuki explained. "I was hoping I could ask you a question, if it's not too much trouble…"
"A question?" asked the cyborg. "Well, I suppose I could help you out, since we're both disciples of Saitama Sensei now."
"That's right," said Fubuki, smiling. "We are, aren't we?"
"Yes. Although honestly I was perfectly happy when it was just me and him, but I understand that I can't just keep an amazing person like Sensei all to myself and that many others will find him just as charming and-"
"Yeah, I get it," said Fubuki, cutting him off. "Anyways, I was hoping you could answer a question about Saitama for me."
"Sure," said Genos. "What is it?"
Fubuki took another deep breath before she spoke. "I was wondering if you could suggest any possible ways…for me to gain some favor with Saitama."
"Huh?" asked Genos, sounding confused. "Gain favor? Why would you want to do a thing like that?"
"Well, how do I want to word this…" Fubuki mumbled. She then paused as she stared out of her bedroom window.
I can't just tell him that I have a crush on the guy. That would be way too embarrassing. I think I'd die…Not to mention he'd probably make a bigger deal out of it then what it really is. I really should just make something up. It's probably for the best that way…
Quickly coming up with something, Fubuki continued. "You see, Genos, I want to try and gain favor with Saitama simply because I am his newest student. I'm fresh out of the woodwork. A complete rookie. Do you understand what I'm saying? I'm at the bottom here. You, on the other hand,have had a lot of time to work with Saitama and get him to grow attached to you. Why, you're probably his pride and joy. At this rate, Saitama won't even consider paying attention to a weak newbie like myself. But who could blame him, when he already has such a talented student to work with?"
"Hmm…you do make fair points," Genos admitted with quiet pride.
Fubuki couldn't help but smile a little bit at her own façade. "Listen, Genos, I'm only coming to you for advice because you are my senior in these matters. I'm just asking for a little help as a fellow disciple. Could you possibly suggest any ways for me to get Saitama to like me more?"
Genos was silent for a moment, but he eventually came back with a reply. "Well, as your superior, I suppose it is my duty to help you out if you need it…"
Fubuki held back a snicker. Holy shit! He's actually buying it!
"Very well, I'll assist you," Genos agreed. "Now let's see here, what was the question again? How can you make Saitama Sensei like you more?"
"Yeah," Fubuki replied. "Can you think of anything that would help me out here?"
"Well, the first thing that comes to my mind is food," Genos replied honestly.
"Food?"
"Yes, Sensei loves food. Especially if it's free."
"I see," said Fubuki, starting to take mental notes. "Is there any food in particular that Saitama enjoys eating?"
"Mostly anything that's cheap or on sale."
Fubuki frowned at this response. "That doesn't really help, Genos. Can't you think of anything specific?"
"Hmm," the cyborg mumbled, "now that I think about it, Sensei does seem to have an odd attraction to bananas."
Fubuki raised an eyebrow as she listened. "Bananas?"
"That's right. For whatever reason, Sensei really seems to like them. Perhaps it's because of their cheap price and the high nutritional value they provide."
"Huh, you don't say," said Fubuki, feeling oddly surprised.
"It's true," Genos assured her. "It's just another one of the endless things that makes Sensei so interesting."
"I suppose so," Fubuki replied. "Well, I guess that answers my question then."
"Is that all you needed?" asked the cyborg.
"Yes, you were a big help. Thank you, Genos. Oh, and if it's not too much trouble, could you not tell Saitama about this? I'd rather not have him finding out."
"Of course. Anything for my junior disciple."
"Er, right," said Fubuki as a sweat drop slid down her forehead. "Well, thanks. I'll talk to you later then."
"All right. Goodbye."
Fubuki hung up her phone after that, and then sat there in silence for a moment. She then slowly scratched the back of her head. What an odd phone call…But, it's not like it was without its merits. I managed to learn some valuable information on how I can gain favor with Saitama. Although, I must admit, it wasn't quite what I was expecting…
Fubuki cleared her thoughts as she shook her head. Whatever. If Genos says it should work, then I'll just go with it…
The next day, Fubuki was supposed to meet Saitama at his apartment for their next training session. And, just as scheduled, Fubuki was currently walking up the steps to his apartment. As she walked, she tightened her grip on a small grocery bag that she carried in her hand. Upon arriving at the front door, Fubuki gently knocked on it. She waited for a few seconds before she received a reply.
"COME IN!" somebody shouted roughly from the inside.
Fubuki found this to be a little odd. Every time she had visited the apartment previously, either Saitama or Genos had come to answer the door themselves. She had never been told to enter on her own before, not to mention screamed at. Nevertheless, Fubuki went ahead and turned the knob, entering the apartment. She then closed the door behind her and walked into the living room. There she found the reason for why nobody had come to greet her.
"You think you can beat me, Saitama!?"
"I'm not giving up until I win!"
Locked in a cold death match, Saitama and King were furiously going at it. Veins were showing on their foreheads, and their teeth were clenched. Their palms were covered in sweat, and their eyes were completely focused on the battle.
They're just playing a video game Fubuki noticed with a frown. Why are they getting so worked up over it? They honestly look like they're about ready to kill someone…
"Uh, hello?" asked Fubuki, glancing at the two men. Neither one acknowledged her presence. They were way too focused on what was in front of them. They wouldn't even look away from the screen.
"This is the end!" Saitama cried, his fingers rapidly pushing the buttons on his controller. "Give it up, King!"
"Shouldn't you be the one giving up!?" King demanded. "After all, I'm about to finish it right here!"
"Oh crap!" Saitama cried, now mashing random buttons as fast as he could. "I need to recover! I need to recover! I- OH SHIT I HIT THE TAUNT BUTTON!"
"You're done!" King proclaimed with confidence.
"NOOOOOOOO!" Saitama screamed in terror.
"K.O!" announced the game. "King wins!"
"Damn it! I was so close!" Saitama cursed. "Can I even beat you once at this game!?"
"Heh, keep trying," King told him. "You're getting better."
Fubuki just watched the two gamers converse with each other while she continued to stand in silence. Not quite sure how to get their attention, she nervously gave a small cough. "Uh, are you two finally finished?" she asked.
"Huh?" asked Saitama, turning around to look at her. "Fubuki? What are you doing here?"
Fubuki just threw him a confused look. "What do you mean? You knew I was coming over, didn't you?"
"Oh yeah," said Saitama, casually scratching his head. "But how did you even get in?"
"You told me to come in!" Fubuki shouted at him.
"Did I?" asked Saitama innocently.
"Yeah, I think you did, Saitama," King chimed in. "I'm pretty sure you screamed it out of irritation during our match."
"Oh yeah, somebody was knocking at the door, weren't they?" said Saitama, vaguely remembering the details. "Man, that was annoying. I would have gotten the door myself, but there's no way I could have forfeited that match."
"You might as well have," said King. "You lost anyways."
"Well, I'm sorry for interrupting such an important event," said Fubuki with heavy sarcasm in her tone.
Saitama, however, didn't seem to catch said sarcasm. "Nah, it's cool," he replied. "By the way, what have you got there?" he asked, suddenly noticing the grocery bag in Fubuki's hand.
Fubuki just glanced at the bag for a second. She had actually almost forgotten that she had brought it with her. "Oh this?" she asked as she lifted it up. "It's nothing really. Just a small gift for you."
"A gift?" questioned Saitama as he rose to his feet and walked over to her. "Why did you get me a gift?"
Fubuki could feel her cheeks start to blush a little bit, but she tried her best to keep herself under control. "Uh, just consider it a thank you present for taking me on as your student."
"Okay," said Saitama plainly. "What is it?"
"Just something small," she replied as he reached into the bag and revealed its contents. "I heard that you like to eat bananas, or something?"
Saitama stared at the ripe yellow fruit before him and gave a soft smile. "It's true," he said. "I love bananas. Are these really for me?"
"Yeah, have at them," she said as she handed the bananas over.
"Don't mind if I do," he said, immediately breaking one off from the bunch and peeling it. It wasn't long before he was happily eating it. "Mmm, not bad. Thanks."
Fubuki couldn't help but smile at how stupid the bald man looked right now. A big dopey smile on his face with a half eaten banana in one hand; the look was priceless. "You're welcome," she said, forcing back a giggle.
Saitama soon turned around. "Hey, King, do you want a banana?"
"No thanks, I'll pass," said King politely. "I'm actually going to head out."
"What?" said Saitama, surprised. "You're leaving?"
"Yeah," King replied bluntly.
"But I haven't even beaten you once today!" the bald hero complained. "I was hoping I could get at least one win before you left!"
"Dude, if we kept playing until you beat me, we'd be here forever," said King seriously. "Practice on your own. I'll play you again later."
Saitama just angrily took a bite out of his banana. "Fine, have it your way," he grumbled.
"Thanks, see you later," said King, walking towards the door. It wasn't long before he had exited the building.
"Damn," Saitama cursed. "And I really wanted a chance to win today, too."
Fubuki didn't respond to him, because at that moment, she suddenly realized that it was just the two of them alone in the apartment. For some reason, this instantly made her feel nervous. It didn't help when she looked up to find the bald hero staring directly at her.
"Say," he said slyly as he rubbed his chin, "how would you like to play against me, Fubuki?"
"What?" she asked, taken aback. "You want me to play a video game with you?"
"Yeah, I want to try and get a win," he explained calmly.
Fubuki just gave him a weird look. What the hell is he talking about? Weren't we supposed to do our hero training today? She ended up deciding to just give him a serious answer. "I don't play video games."
Now it was Saitama's turn to give her a weird look. "What do you mean? Didn't your Blizzard Group challenge us to a video game competition a few weeks ago? You were the one who organized it!"
"Well, yeah, but that doesn't mean that I knew anything about the game," Fubuki explained. "All I knew was that Piko was a pro at it."
"So you never took the opportunity to play the game yourself?"
"No…"
"Why not?"
Once again, Fubuki felt taken aback. "I don't know. Video games just seemed like a waste of time, honestly…"
"Well, yeah, they're a waste of time!" Saitama shouted. "But that's what makes them fun! You play them to pass the time! It's for entertainment!"
Fubuki just stared at him in silence. She didn't know what to say.
Shaking his head, Saitama walked over to his television where the game was still running. He sat himself down in front of it, and gestured over to Fubuki. "Come on, you should give it a chance," he told her.
Fubuki simply continued staring at him. "You seriously want me to play a video game with you?"
"Of course. You can't just ignore it without having a good reason. Come and give it a try."
"Uh…"
"Come on. It'll be fun. I promise."
As Fubuki watched him, she lightly clenched her teeth. Well, I did want some opportunities to gain favor with him, didn't I? I guess now's my chance to do so, even if it isn't quite the way I expected…but then again, nothing is ever expected with this man, is it?
"All right," Fubuki agreed. "I'll give this a try." Slowly walking up to him, the psychic took a seat on the floor next to the bald hero.
"Good, that's what I like to hear," said Saitama with a heartwarming smile. He went to pick up a controller. "Here, let me show you the basics."
He handed Fubuki the controller and carefully began explaining the controls. He thoroughly went over what each button did and how they generally conducted the in-game character. He made sure to take extra time to point out the taunt button, and how it should only be pressed in the safest of circumstances.
"Does that make sense?" asked Saitama, finishing his explanation.
"I think so," said Fubuki, trying to follow along. "Do I really have to remember all of that?"
"No, but remember what you can," he advised. "You can just figure the rest out through experience."
"Huh? You mean we're going to start fighting already?"
"Yeah, let's just dive right in!"
"Well, okay," said Fubuki, sounding uncertain. "I'll try my best, I guess."
Fubuki and Saitama entered their names and chose their characters. After that, the battle began. A few minutes passed before a winner was soon declared.
"K.O! Blizzard of Hell wins!"
Fubuki just stared at the screen is disbelief while Saitama let his controller fall to the floor. She quickly turned to look at him. "Hey, did that really just happen? Did I actually just beat you!?"
"I don't believe this…" Saitama mumbled. "How could I lose to somebody who has never played this game before?"
Fubuki couldn't help but smile in triumph. "Wow, it's true! I actually just beat you!" she cried.
"Beginner's luck!" Saitama shouted back at her. "That's the only explanation!"
"Not really," said Fubuki, still smiling. "I just pressed the buttons like you told me to."
"Whatever, let's go again," said Saitama, picking up his controller at once.
Fubuki just gave a small laugh. "Heh, whatever you want…"
The next few hours passed by quickly as the two of them became more and more invested in the video game in front of them. Fubuki's skill improved considerably as the afternoon dragged on, and Saitama ended up finding himself hard pressed to pull off a victory. Nevertheless, the bald hero still managed to secure a few wins every once in a while. They continued on like this until they eventually stopped to take a small break.
"Man, you sure are one tough opponent," Saitama admitted as he gave a tired sigh. "You're nowhere near King's level, but you're still a lot better than I thought you'd be."
"Thanks," said Fubuki with a small smile. "I'm surprised I was able to beat you so much too. I never thought that I'd be better than you at something."
"Huh?" said Saitama, a little confused. "What do you mean by that?"
Fubuki frowned for a second. "Oh, nothing really. It's just that when it comes to being a hero, you're so much more experienced than me. Finding out that I'm actually decent at video games is a surprise. It's kind of nice for a change."
Saitama simply smiled at her words. "I see," he said. "Well, I suggest you keep playing them. You're pretty good."
"Maybe I will," said Fubuki as she stared at the screen. "This was actually kind of…fun."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Saitama replied happily. "Should we play some more?"
Before Fubuki could respond, the sound of the front door opening cut her off. The two heroes looked behind them to see who was entering the apartment. It turned out to be Genos.
"I'm back, Sensei," he announced.
"Oh, Genos," said Saitama, lifting up a hand in greeting. "Where have you been all day?"
"I was out doing hero work," the cyborg explained. "There were several monsters running around throughout the city today. I was responsible for taking them all out."
"Oh, I see," Saitama mumbled.
"Anyways, how about you two?" asked Genos, gesturing to him and Fubuki. "I take it that you also made good use of your time today?"
Saitama nervously glanced back at the video game that was still running behind them. "Well, uh…"
"How did the hero training go?" asked Genos, pushing the question further.
Fubuki suddenly perked up upon hearing this. "Oh crap! The hero training! I completely forgot!"
"Forgot what?" asked Saitama, glancing at her.
"The hero training that we were supposed to do today!" Fubuki replied. "I was so wrapped up in that stupid video game that I forgot about it!"
"Oh yeah, we were supposed to do some training today," said Saitama, suddenly remembering. "Wait, so is that why you came here in the first place?"
"You mean you didn't know!?" Fubuki shouted at him.
"It…might have slipped my mind…"
"Ugh," Fubuki groaned as she brought a palm to her face. "You're hopeless, you know that?"
"Hey, wait, it's all right! Don't worry!" said Saitama, quickly waving his hands back and forth. "We'll just count today as a day off! Yeah, that's it!"
"A day off?" repeated Fubuki. "I wasn't really looking for a day off…"
Saitama just nervously glanced at the girl with wide eyes. Oh shit. This is bad. I'm such a shitty master. Now, you see? This is what I was talking about. I can barely handle one student! Two is too many! Hell, one is too many! I can't do this! I'm not cut out for it! And now, Fubuki's about to chew me out! Oh shit, here it comes!
However, to Saitama's surprise, Fubuki just lightly smiled. She then looked up at him. "I wasn't looking for a day off…but it honestly wasn't that bad. I enjoyed spending time with you today, Saitama. It was fun."
"E-eh?" Saitama stuttered with a blank stare. "A-are you serious?"
"Of course," said Fubuki with a straight face. "Our day might not have been the most productive, but it was still enjoyable despite that."
"Oh, I see," said Saitama, sighing in relief. "Well, good! I'm happy to hear that!"
"But still," Fubuki continued, "it would be better if you didn't distract us so much next time, don't you think?"
Saitama could only sheepishly scratch the back of his head as he replied. "Er, yeah, you're right," he agreed. "How about next time, let's just agree to meet each other directly at Bang's Dojo? That way we can avoid any unnecessary distractions."
"Yeah, that sounds like a plan," Fubuki replied with a light smile. "Anyways, I hadn't realized how late it's gotten. I'd better take my leave."
"Sorry about this whole mess," Saitama apologized as they rose to their feet.
"Don't be," Fubuki told him. "I told you I enjoyed it, didn't I? We'll just do it properly next time."
"All right," Saitama agreed. "I'll see you then."
"Right, goodbye."
And with that, Fubuki made her way back to the front door. She then exited through it, leaving the bald hero and the cyborg by themselves. Genos simply turned to Saitama and raised an eyebrow. "You two spent the whole day playing video games?"
"Yeah," said Saitama casually. "I wasn't planning on it; it kind of just ended up happening." The bald hero then walked over to where he had left his bunch of bananas and broke one off.
Genos simply watched him. "Where did you get those from?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
"Fubuki gave them to me," Saitama replied as he bit into the fruit.
"Well that was nice of her," Genos noted.
"Yeah, it was," Saitama agreed. "It was also pretty cool of her to just let me get away blowing off our training today. She didn't even seem upset."
"Indeed," said Genos with a nod. "That was very cool of her…"
Genos let his sentence trail off as a sudden thought struck him. That's odd he thought. Is that type of behavior…normal for Fubuki? Is she really the kind of person that would be all right with wasting their time playing video games all day? I have my doubts…
But…if that's the case, then why would she tell Sensei that she was okay with it? And not only that, but she also claimed that she enjoyed spending time with him. How peculiar…And on top of all of this, Fubuki is still trying to get Sensei to like her more…
Genos suddenly froze as his eyes widened. An even stranger thought had stuck him this time.
Oh…well this is interesting he thought calmly. Could it be…?
"Sensei!" the cyborg suddenly barked. "I have a question to ask you!"
Saitama jumped a little bit when he heard his name. "Okay," he mumbled, giving his disciple a weird look. "What do you need to know?"
"Well, this may seem kind of random and out of nowhere, but I just have to ask…"
"Yeah?" asked Saitama as he slowly took another bite of his banana.
Genos stared directly at his master. "Do you have any interest in women?"
Saitama almost choked on his banana when he heard the question. He quickly forced the food down his throat before he began gasping for air. "D-do I what!?"
"Do you have any interest in women?" the cyborg repeated seriously.
"W-why would you ask something like that!?"
"I'm just curious," Genos replied innocently. "Why do you seem so surprised?"
"Because that question came out of nowhere!" Saitama cried.
"I told you that it would. Does talking about women make you nervous, Sensei?"
"What!? N-no, of course not!"
"Then why don't you answer the question already?"
"Sheesh, you really ask the hard questions, don't you?" asked Saitama, pausing to catch his breath. "Well, to answer your question, I've never really had a lot of luck when it comes to women…"
Genos wasn't quite sure what he meant by that, but he decided not to push the question. Instead, he decided to ask another one. "Would you ever consider entering into a relationship with a woman?"
Saitama stared up at the ceiling for a moment and carefully considered his answer. "Well, I guess it could be nice to have a girlfriend or something…but I honestly don't think that there's any woman out there who's interested in a baldy like me…"
"You think so?" asked Genos doubtfully. "Come on, I'll bet there's at least one woman out there who could fall for you."
"Right," said Saitama as he rolled his eyes. "Well, just let me know if you ever find her."
"All right, I will," said Genos with a nod. After that, the cyborg walked away from the baldy to go enter the kitchen. He then mischievously grinned to himself. I wonder if I have this straight. Could it be…that Fubuki has developed feelings for Sensei?
Meanwhile, Saitama just curiously stared at his student's backside. He then gave a sigh. What a weird question…
Hey everyone! I hope you enjoyed the seventh chapter of this story! And look, it didn't even take three months! (only one I think XD) I'd like to try and update more frequently, but it seems that I usually just end up getting distracted XD Hey, I'm just like Saitama in this chapter! Nice, huh?
Anyways, there are definitely a few things that I want to talk about when it comes to this chapter. First off, I want to address Bang's behavior at the beginning of this chapter. When I wrote it, I couldn't help but get the feeling that it made Bang seem somewhat unlikeable, which was not at all my intention. I mean, he's not a bad guy. He just wants Fubuki to get out of his house. Is that too much to ask? XD But seriously, don't think less of him for shoving Fubuki out of his dojo. He's an old man, after all, so show him a little respect!
Next, I want to talk about Saitama's "passion" for bananas. Um…I'm honestly not even sure if he likes bananas that much XD I just remember that in this one chapter, Saitama goes to visit some hospitalized heroes and ends up offering bananas to every person he talks to. I'm not even sure what it was all about, but he really seemed attached to that fruit XD So yeah, I threw it into my story. I hope it wasn't too random.
Other than that, things seem to be progressing rather smoothly. That's great! Please feel free to leave a review with your thoughts on the chapter! Next time: Fubuki gets an unexpected visitor! I think you're all really going to like it…hehe :) See you then!
