"Who gave you permission?" Hatori asked warily. After all, Shigure had a habit of 'forgetting' prohibitions easily.

"Student council." Shigure answered, his eyes searching the dark shed. His nose twitched as he sniffed out his prize. Hatori raised an eyebrow.

"How did you manage that?" he asked, genuinely impressed. Shigure paused in his search to beam at his cousin.

"Ayame slept with the president!"

"Ah." Hatori said simply.