Hi everyone. Sorry for the long wait on this story, but things have gotten a lot busier lately and I haven't had much inspiration or time to write. Unfortunately, this is the end of everything I've written so far, so it'll be a while till I can have another chapter posted for you. Still, I'll try to be better.

Though one last thing before I begin... if you guys are still into Kaminomi and want to chat with other fans about it, I've recently become aware of a Kaminomi Discord server that reddit user u/KosaqN made two years ago on r/TWGOK. It's a pretty lively place where you can talk about Kaminomi and other stuff, so if you're interested in joining, you can send me a PM or search for the original reddit post.

But otherwise, please enjoy this chapter and I'll see you at the end.

Keima sat on the bed, taking deep breaths as he tried to pep himself up. This was the first time since Nanaka that he'd have the training wheels off, but he was better prepared than before. Although Kusunoki was strong enough to pummel him if he screwed up… he shook his head and turned to her.

It assured him a little that she seemed to be giving herself a pep talk of her own. At least he wasn't alone in this daunting situation.

"Kusunoki," he spoke softly, "do you think you want any more time?"

She turned to him, a little startled.

"Do I want more ti– no, I don't," she processed the words as she said it, "we only have ten minutes, after all."

Keima half-smiled as she tucked her hair behind her ear. This was a stark contrast from the cool confidence that she showed all the time, and he did find that endearing.

"Though I'm curious," Keima asked, looking down at his lap, "why did you agree to join me in this session?"

"I could ask the same," Kusunoki retorted back, though her tone was more flustered than harsh, "you're just as out of your element as I am."

She had him there. This was a very new concept for them both.

"I did mention it earlier," Keima reminded, "I want to help you girls."

"And this is just something we want help on now?" he nodded.

"That's interesting," she turned towards him, "for me, I think that sexuality is just something I'll need to know in life…" she sighed, "I've turned my back away from it, thinking it frivolous and unimportant, but being in this classroom has just reminded me that it is not."

She laughed and stood up.

"Aneue likes causing problems for me, but I know it's because she wants me to be better and get the most out of this education."

"While I do see her point, everyone is different, and you don't have to overload yourself."

"I know," she frowned slightly, "I can't be as free as Aneue, but I'll only get out what I'm willing to put in."

Keima's breath hitched as her eyes met his. Then she unbuttoned her jacket.

"H-hey," Keima quickly looked away, "just because Hinoki said that you should get naked doesn't mean that you have to do it."

"I know that too," Keima felt his heart speed up as he heard fabric hit the floor, "but I decided on my goal for today already."

"That's good that we have a direction for this sess–" Keima trailed off as he saw pale pink hit the floor, "so you're still going to do this?"

"I will," Kusunoki tilted his chin up to face her, a gentle smile and blush on her face, "will you help me masturbate?"

Keima became acutely aware of the pool of saliva that flooded his mouth. He swallowed and gave a small nod.

Kusunoki pressed her lips together and took Keima's hands, placing them on her hips. Somehow, the feeling of warm flesh snapped Keima out of his head. She let out a little eep as he pulled her onto his lap, staring her mostly naked upper body, only covered by an orange bra with little frills above the cups.

His hands drifted up to her thin waist, revelling in how soft her skin felt over her toned muscles.

"C-can I kiss you?" he asked, and her face reddened. In response, she closed the distance between their lips.

Kusunoki was acutely aware of the hands which explored her waist and back, seemingly with a mind of their own, and even though the kiss was intense, him fingering the various curves on her back and dipping under her bra was certainly adding to the overwhelming feeling. She pulled away when she could feel him trying to deepen the kiss, certain that she wouldn't be able to handle that.

"S-sorry, should we go slower?" he asked. She climbed off him onto the bed, her legs too much like jelly to stand.

"It's alright," she breathed out, "I think I just realise why people want intimacy."

"Oh," Keima smiled, "did that feel good?"

"Yeah," she agreed, lying back, "honestly, I think that was enough to... you know…"

"That's good," Keima laughed, "though this is only the beginning."

"The beginning?" she repeated, "that felt a lot more intense than I expected it to be for a warm-up exercise."

Kusunoki frowned - so her taking off her clothes was the less embarrassing part of the process.

"Do you think this hard about everything, Kusunoki?" he asked, amused. She looked a little offended by that remark, but Keima scooted over to her, "you're right that this is a physical activity, but only in the way that you can't be stuck up in your head the whole time."

He leant in and softly kissed her.

"So is it fine if it's overwhelming?" she whispered against his lips.

"Of course," he kissed her again, "that's the appeal of it, after all."

Keima put one leg between hers as he gently eased her down on the bed. With her hair splayed on the pillow and her cheeks flushed pink as her chest pushed against their restraints, Keima could understand why many guys would fantasise about her.

Though who was he kidding!? Every girl took his breath away when he saw them like that.

"C-can we… try kissing again?" Kusunoki asked in a small voice. Keima smirked.

"Of course," he responded, his fingers weaving themselves in hers. Her blush got even darker, "if you don't mind me trying something new…"

Kusunoki's eyes widened as Keima lifted their joint hands above her head, her boobs bouncing when they hit the bed. He shut her up before she could say anything.

He shut her eyes before the onslaught, but it didn't help much. His lips were warming her from the inside, but the temperature only continued to climb as his tongue swept her lips and moved in like it owned the place. She stopped trying to construct thoughts and left it to her senses to take the brunt of it.

It was a pleasant kind of torture which she couldn't escape, thanks to the grip he had on her wrists, and her loins were certainly feeling it.

He pulled away after a minute to let her breathe, but his eyes had a hazy look to them as he visually devoured her upper half. Normally, any guy who looked at her like that would have his ass punted across the street, but she was too bothered.

"Can I touch you?" Keima asked, his voice gravelly as he reached for her. It was Kusunoki's turn to smirk.

"Not after that last stunt you pulled," she batted his hand away. Keima sobered up slightly to see a very Hinoki-like expression grace her face, "this time, you'll have to watch…"

Keima's smile grew.

"You had me there for a second, you sly minx," Kusunoki stuck out her tongue.

"It's just as well," she said softly, "I should be the one giving myself my first orgasm…"

Keima paused, barely catching those words.

"L-like you've never done it before?" she shook her head sadly.

"As I said, I considered it unnecessary and didn't allow myself to have feelings like that," she played with her skirt, "is that no good?"

Keima shook his head.

"We all do things at our own pace," he admitted, "I'm just more floored that you'd be willing to do this in front of me… for the first time, especially."

Kusunoki blushed.

"D-don't think too much into it," she muttered. Keima knew better than to argue.

"I won't," he promised, "I'm just happy to help you however I can."

Kusunoki sat up and took a deep breath.

"S-so I think I know what I want to do," she admitted.

"What is it?"

"I want to touch myself," she spoke, "and I want you to watch me and talk to me."

"Talk?"

"Like give me advice or egg me on," she explained. Keima felt his dick twitch in his pants.

"I-I can try that," he agreed. Kusunoki leaned up and pressed a soft kiss on Keima's lips.

"Now watch me, okay," she undid the clasp on the side of her skirt, letting it slip down to the bed. She lay down on the pillow with her legs open, while Keima scooted out of reach from her, but in good view of what she was doing.

"Let's do it…" she whispered to herself as her hand slid down, bypassing the hole and touching herself through the material. Keima groaned, noticing the orange material get darker.

"Can't you just take it off?" he asked, his voice an octave lower. Kusunoki fought a smile.

"My panties?" she asked calmly, "I don't see why… many girls masturbate through their underwear."

"I think it'll feel much better without them," he responded. With a sly smile, she decided to oblige him… slowly…

She was sure that he didn't blink the entire time she eased off her underwear.

It was hard to explain… for how embarrassing she expected this part to be, she couldn't be more wrong… it was exhilarating having him watch… it was enjoyable being able to make him squirm with just a few moves… and fuck, it felt good to masturbate!

He sporadically gave her advice, some of which worked – like circling her finger around her clit, and others which didn't – such as fingering herself. Nevertheless, and despite his desire to, he kept his hands to himself, although his gaze did betray how hard he found it…

Her first climax was everything she'd hoped it to be… her body shook, fireworks burst all over her vision, and her toes curled for a good thirty seconds. Even as she got up, she was a little shaky on her feet, and Keima settled her back down.

"You don't have to hurry," Keima sat down next to her, "you still have five more minutes to rest."

"I don't want to rest, though," Kusunoki laughed, "these five minutes is the only time I'm going to get to spend with you alone."

Keima felt his mouth curl down… she did have a point. Before he could dwell on it, she tapped his shoulder, indicating him to lie down next to her… or rather, she lay on his shoulder, not caring that the only article of clothing she had on now was a bra. Still, Keima swallowed and let her cuddle in, his one hand on the blanket and the other in her hair, stroking it gently.

"So," Keima asked, "Were you satisfied with this?"

"Very," Kusunoki smiled and hugged him, "I'll be putting more thought into this."

"Glad to hear it," he smiled. It was a pleasant surprise that she was a cuddle bug, "I'm happy that I could be of help."

"About that…" she turned to him, "I'm afraid that you're going to need to do remedial lessons with my sister…"

"What!?"

"Well, you didn't help me much with masturbating…" she hid her smile as Keima's eyes widened with alarm.

"B-b-because you said that I shouldn't touch you," he stammered. She shrugged.

"And I thank you for respecting that," she responded, "but I just can't see enough of an effect of Aneue's les–"

"FIVE MINUTES," Keima sat up, "just give me five minutes to give you another orgasm!"

Kusunoki had to place a hand over her mouth to keep from smiling.

"I can agree to that," Kusunoki said simply, "don't forget to use Aneue's lessons…"

Keima didn't need telling twice… though once she agreed, Keima felt himself calm down. This was fine.

He'd be able to do it.

The first thing he did was unclip her bra, and she jumped as it slipped down her arms.

"Sorry, I needed to do that," he whispered in her ear, and she shivered, "I've been waiting to see those this whole time."

Before she could move to cover herself, Keima grabbed her breasts from below, massaging and kneading them.

"That's unfair," she argued.

"But that isn't, my dear," he nibbled on her ear, "this is just what Aneue prescribed."

If Keima thought she was moaning loudly before, the erogenous zones he was targeting currently were at a whole other level. She was the loudest of the girls he'd had the chance with today, and the evil part of him wanted to just push her further.

Still, Keima was certain that he could do better… there were so many erogenous zones he wanted in on… her legs and thighs… her neck… her stomach… and of course, he wanted in on the best spot, which had so many possibilities of its own. Why did humans only have two arms?

Wait…

"Kusunoki," she turned her head and he quickly grabbed her lips for a long kiss. Her eyes drifted shut, and Keima knew exactly what to do.

The karate master was barely holding on, but that kiss awoke something she'd never felt before. His hands were still playfully pinching her nipples and massaging her tits, but they weren't only there… a thumb softly rubbed her belly button, her knee was being stroked and fingers on her leg was dipping very close to her inner thigh, while fingers raked her hair desperately…

The sensations only got stronger as her hands on her stomach and leg converged in the middle, causing a sensory overload of unprecedented levels. A thumb flicked up and down her clitoris while another made lazy circles in her wetness, awaking nerves in her labia that she didn't even know that she had… all the while, the hands on her breasts continued to pinch and twist.

Fingers were rubbing the dimples on her lower back… how the fuck was this even happening!? She pulled away from the kiss, but her brain was still fuzzy, and the line of spit between their tongues was already distracting enough.

Still, her last brain cell didn't take this, as she tried desperately to focus and try to get him back… then she hit gold… well, more like wood…

Close to her leg, Keima's dick was causing a larger tent than usual, and a few seconds of fumbling to get it out made it clear. He was raring to go as well.

They met eyes again, but this time, the competition was clear. Kusunoki had to look only at her goal to get her head on straight, and between her and trying to keep up his God of Conquest mode, he was at his limit as well.

Some of the pre-cum that had dribbled out gave Kusunoki some lubricant to begin pumping his thick cock, and he started kissing her neck in response.

Even though Keima's many ministrations were starting to slow down and become clumsy, and even though Kusunoki could barely keep her hands working, their bodies could only endure so much before breaking, with Keima spurting like a volcano over her hand, and Kusunoki cumming approximately five times harder than the last one, slickening Keima's fingers even further… the afterimages faded, and Keima's head fell back.

"Holy shit…" Keima uttered.

"How did you do that… Katsuragi?" Kusunoki fell on his chest.

"That was… god of conquest… mode…" he laughed breathlessly, "I normally use it to speed through multiple games, but I guess it has… other uses too." Kusunoki laughed as well.

"So are we calling this a tie?"

"How did this even become a competition," Keima wondered. She laughed again, and Keima couldn't resist placing a small kiss on her forehead.

"That was pretty fun, wasn't it?" Keima asked.

"Hmm…" she hummed distractedly, and Keima looked down. She was staring at her hand, which was coated in a slightly translucent white liquid.

"Oh wait, let me get you a tissue," Keima quickly spoke, but his eyes widened as she lifted it to her mouth and tentatively licked it, "fuck, don't do that!"

"Why?" Kusunoki looked up, and Keima felt his face heat up to the point that the bottom of his glasses was fogging, "does that embarrass you?"

She took a more deliberate lick, and Keima hit his head back.

"Do as you want then," he grumbled.

This was a whoooole other ice cream cone from last time.

To say that Haqua wasn't thrilled at the attention she was getting would be a bit of an understatement. It had started alright, with people asking about hell and how she'd met Keima (the latter which was a little harder to get her head around, now that she was noticing some Eri shaped holes in her story, but that was still fine).

What wasn't fine was the smirk Chihiro gave her as she asked the expected – but still unwelcome – a question that was bound to come.

"So how do you feel about Katsuragi?" she asked innocuously, but her expression was anything but.

"She kissed him a few minutes ago, which kinda speaks for itself," Yui added.

"Oh, I know," Chihiro grinned, "I just want to hear it from the horse's mouth," she looked pointedly at Haqua.

"What's there to say?" Haqua crossed her arms, "considering everything that's happened since I got here, a kiss is hardly anything," she turned her head away with a scoff.

"Maybe not for everyone," Chihiro shrugged, "but it certainly meant something to you."

Haqua felt her cheeks heat up her eyes met Chihiro's piercing gaze for a moment. Of course, the normal girl was exactly right.

And of course, it meant something to her. It was her first kiss.

Haqua couldn't logically explain why she'd kissed the boy, considering that this was their first meeting in three months, and she couldn't say she was in love with him, considering how fleeting her thoughts about him were.

That was the wrong conclusion. She had a lot to keep herself busy and her memories of what happened were likely altered. Still, during the few quiet moments, her heart did feel the loss of something…

Even after kissing him, she couldn't speak of her feelings for sure… she knew one thing though.

That kiss had soothed those anxious feelings, much like a warm bath at the end of the day… like Yukie leaving a Gokult bottle at her table when she was trying to do research… like home.

All the girls in sight of her sweet smile grinned.

"If that ain't love, I'll eat my shoe," Nanaka remarked, and Haqua snapped up, noticing the small group watching her with pointed grins.

"W-what," Haqua crossed her arms, "just because I k-kissed him doesn't mean that it's love," her cheeks grew redder as she continued her sentence. Ayumi laughed and grabbed her shoulder.

"There's no need to get defensive," the runner laughed, "we've all been there."

"It'll be easier if you accept it," Shiori added quietly, "you might not get another chance…"

"But that guy ups and leaves for three months, and you expect me to just–" Nanaka scoffed.

"I ain't heard 'bout this guy 'til today," Nanaka laughed, slinging her arm around Haqua's other side, "jus' embrace it and 'njoy the time we got here…"

Haqua's eyes widened for a moment as she felt Nanaka's weight on her shoulders, and the other girls sitting around them companionably. As strange as it felt to be on the inside, she liked the feeling.

"So," Chihiro asked cheekily, "if that kiss is just the down payment, what's the rest of it?"

Haqua's eyes widened and she felt Ayumi squeeze her shoulder.

"You should join the queue and get some individual tutoring with Katsuragi too," the runner smirked.

"Tha's a great idea," Nanaka gave her a thumbs up, "I betcha have some fantasies to try."

"I do not, thank you very much," Haqua pulled away from both girls, "I'm just here to give Katsuragi a hand…"

The group snorted. It took a moment for the innuendo to settle in her head.

"N-not like that!" Haqua raised her hands, "I'm just going to help him–"

More snorting interrupted her words.

"I'm sure he'd be willing to help you too," Chihiro smirked. Haqua could feel herself losing her cool at the insinuations.

"No, screw Katsuragi," Haqua tried again but was interrupted once again.

"Sounds like a plan," Shiori jibed, earning a laugh from everyone else.

"If you want that, I'm sure it can be arranged," Ayumi went to the board and grabbed a piece of chalk, "I'm sure we can fit you in," she started to write Haqua's name at the end of the list.

"GEEZ!" Haqua yelled, "why are you all like this?"

"Hey, we din't say that we wanted ta fuck Katsuragi," Nanaka added, earning a laugh from almost all the girls, and a strangled scream for Haqua. She caught a look at one notable exception who'd been even quieter than the librarian throughout this all… Kanon seems distracted, looking towards the balcony.

"So," Yui grabbed the chalk from Ayumi's hand, "what kind of fantasy do you have in mind, Haqua-san?"

"I told you that I don't – Gaaah!" Haqua yelled, "What are you writing!?"

"We gotta weigh your options," Yui laughed, "even though you seem very innocent, you should try experimenting," she moved her head back gracefully at the Hagoromo piece that got thrown at her head, and continued as if nothing happened, "how do you feel about blowjobs?"

Haqua stopped, burying her head into her hands.

"How can you guys discuss this so easily?" she mumbled between her fingers.

"We're the forum for academic pursuits," Chihiro responded, "and if we weren't discussing it, how would you know what to do in there?"

"I said I'm not –"

"Paizuri?" Yui recommended suddenly. A hush fell on the group for a moment as they all turned to look at a very specific part of Haqua.

"Nah!" the group spoke in unison and Haqua's eyes sharpened. Haqua straightened her scythe, and the light glinted dangerously off the weapon.

"Can I ask what you're implying?" she asked, and audible gulps were heard as she looked at the offenders in turn.

"Nothing…" came the dejected responses from the girls. Nanaka turned her head after a mumbled apology and noticed that Kanon wasn't there at all, but rather had just crossed the threshold to the balcony.

Come to think of it, Tsukiyo hadn't returned from there either… had Kanon gone to go talk to her? She hadn't really been involved with teasing Haqua either.

Kanon was a kind girl if she'd ever seen one.

Kanon was a little dazed herself as she left the balcony, but she gained her senses long enough to see that the forum had dispersed somewhat since she'd been there. Nikaidou was the centre of attention now, trying to hold Yui away from a red Haqua who was desperately trying to hold her dress down.

"What gives?" she asked Ayumi, who was off to the side.

"Yui tried flipping her skirt," she responded in a bored tone as if nothing in this room would surprise her anymore.

"What did I tell you about consent, Goido?" Nikaidou's voice rang loudly.

"But we're all girls here," Yui argued back, "and Mars has already seen her naked."

All the people in earshot turned to Haqua, who somehow got even redder at the reminder.

"That doesn't excuse anything!" Nikaidou said sternly, "now apologise to Haqua and don't do that again."

"Fine…" Yui said begrudgingly, "I won't do it again."

The teacher let go of her wrist, but her hands remained in the air as Yui lifted her pointer finger.

"However, I still think that there is nothing to be ashamed about with showing your body," she announced, "if Mars is to be believed, Haqua-san is a real looker."

"Shut up!" Yui barely flinched at the chair which Haqua whacked into her knees… the spell to make the furniture softer was surprisingly effective. Yuri Nikaidou facepalmed.

"Please just… don't take off her skirt," she walked away, her face slightly pink as she stalked off. Yui scratched her head, surprised that she got off so easily.

"That was weird, right?" Yui stage-whispered to Ayumi, who nodded, equally confused.

"She kind of did something similar when Haibara wanted to be fed…" the runner mused, "think she has some kind of complex about being fed and taking off skirts?"

"It would be funny if it turns out that Sensei is a prude and she still set this up," Kanon laughed, but it stopped midway as both girls turned to look at her.

"Where did you disappear to, Kanon-chan?" Ayumi asked her. The idol let out the breath she didn't realise that she was holding.

"Oh, I was talking to Kujou-san outside," Kanon smiled, getting a little happy as she remembered what had happened with Nanaka, even though her talk with Tsukiyo had been far from pleasant.

"Was she alright?" Yui asked, her smile falling, "I was thinking of talking to her, but I thought she might need some space."

"She's in your class, isn't she?" Ayumi asked. Yui nodded.

"I don't know her very well, but yeah," Yui sighed, "I don't even know what triggered her so much, as Shiomiya was using the incognito window on my phone," both girls turned to Kanon, who shrugged.

"I don't think I helped her much either," Kanon admitted, "she didn't talk to me or anything."

Their eyes drifted over to Tsukiyo, who was awkwardly hovering by Shiori and Haqua, tugging at her curls with distracted fingers.

"Nevertheless, you still tried," Ayumi said sympathetically, patting her on the shoulder, "and you convinced her to come inside, which is better than nothing."

"She did that on her own," Kanon laughed mirthlessly, "I think she got tired of me trying to talk to her."

"I know Tsukiyo-san can be a bit cold, but this is just rude," Yui crossed her arms defensively, "I'm going to talk to her."

"There's no need," Kanon grabbed her shoulder quickly, "Nanaka already talked to her!"

Both Ayumi and Yui turned to her, and she froze.

"Haibara was there as well?" Kanon blushed at the intense looks aimed at her.

"S-she was," she admitted, "she wasn't there the whole time, but she told off Kujou-san when she stomped off."

"So your girlfriend came to your defense," Ayumi smiled gleefully as Kanon blushed a bit brighter.

"Tha-tha-that's not it!" Kanon hissed, "she was just being nice."

"Come on, now you have to tell her," Yui leaned closer, "how else are you going to know if she considers you to be someone special?"

"What if I don't want to know?" Kanon hissed back.

"Then you'd be lying," Ayumi's smile widened. Kanon sighed, suddenly feeling very tired. She really didn't want to be having this conversation anymore.

"Can we just drop this?" Kanon looked up at them with dull eyes.

Ayumi and Yui glanced at each other for a moment before nodding.

"It is your decision," Ayumi squeezed her shoulder reassuringly, "we're rooting for you either way."

"Though just one last thought from me," Yui pulled herself onto the closest desk, "remember you have a lot more to gain than you have to lose."

"Duly noted," Kanon let out another deep sigh… she hated that it was a valid point.

Poor Kanon-chan... you're not getting out of this one soon.

Tbh, I wasn't sure whether I wanted to post the last two sections or not, coz I thought they were a bit boring. That being said, they do kind of lead into further plotlines, so yeah... hopefully it wasn't too bad to read.

Also, this chapter has that Keima and Kusunoki goodness, so at least it's got that going for it.

That being said, I am contractually obligated to point out that this story now has 69 reviews!

NICE! ;)

There were actually a bunch of reviews since the last time I posted so I best get to them.

Qruis: Long time no see, my dude! I hope that you've been well. I'm glad to hear that you've been enjoying this story :)

ZelgadisGW: Whoa, that's a lot of reviews. Thank you for taking the time to review the older chapters too.

Heh, I think you've basically summed up what's been going on this story with all the characters, though probably more eloquently than I could :P

Lol, come to think of it, there's a hell of a lot of yuri in chapter 15... that was not intended, but I regret nothing.

It's interesting that you noticed the thing with Nikaidou, and it kinda happens in this chapter too... I think that it just hits too close to him for her.

A-B-C... D! Lol, I did actually have to count that of my fingers... unfortunately you'll have to wait a bit longer for the answer to that thought :P

Heh, Haqua is still kinda poor coz she wasn't invited... but hey, she's here, and now I can embarrass the shit out of her now :P

Things with Kanon and 7? seem to be progressing quite well, but man, those two have to talk about it. I'm not sure if I will get to that properly by the next chapter, but I guess we'll see.

xellos540: Hello again... Once again, a review wall is coming through. I was actually kinda thinking that you almost read this story like you're putting footnotes in my story, coz I always just read your review while rereading the chapter :P

Lol, though now that I'm rereading it, you stop part of the way through coz shit got serious within the story. Admittedly, this idea did actually come to me only a day or two before I actually wrote it, but I did find it interesting and something I did want to talk about... and yes, I want to see this plot through, though I may need to check my planning because it's been a while since I thought about this.

But yeah, now you got to see what was happening to Haqua, so no need to have a tantrum :P

You're right that Tsukiyo is being pretty mean in this scene, but she is pretty frustrated with her feelings and not knowing what to do, so hopefully, you'll forgive her. Especially coz she and Shiori will have to talk in the next chapter.

Guest: Ntr? Is that the shortening for netorare, coz this story kinda isn't about cheating :P

As for why there's yuri... I guess it's coz I enjoy it and there are too many girls anyway, so it gives me something to do with them. If it's not to your taste, there's other stories in the fandom which you'll probably like more :)

But yeah, I think that's all from me for now. Sorry that I've been so quiet, but if you do want to know more about my progress and want to talk to me, it would be great if you'd join the Discord server which I mentioned in the upper author's note.

Thanks for all the favourites, follows, and reviews, and I'll see you next time. Stay safe.