Last chapter was rather short, so here's an extra long one this time for your trouble. And in this particular chapter there is a special guest...who could it be?

Yaoyorozu convened four of the five female classmates around her desk after classes to address an issue that has been bothering her today. "Thank you all for coming on such short notice. This'll only take a moment of your time."

"What's the matter, Yaoyorozu? You seem….I don't know, perplexed?"

"I do believe that would be the apt description, Asui. Yes, perplexed." Yaoyorozu scratched her cheek with a finger, as her eyes went to Jirou who was getting ready to leave. "About….Jirou, actually."

"Ribbit. Why's that?"

"To be honest….I'm not entirely sure myself. She just….seems to be smiling more these few days?"

"Isn't that a good thing though?"

"Yes of course, that is a good thing, I'm not saying it isn't. Just…..she seems a little too happy, if that makes any sense. N-not that I am insinuating anything slanderous about a friend, of course. Just…making an observation."

"True, she was grinning hard this morning before class, now that you mention it." Hagakure piped up. "I was still half asleep so I could be wrong, but I think I heard the door open and shut. Maybe she had a good dream and restful night of sleep for a change?"

"Perhaps….."

"Oh yeah, speaking of perplexing, Deku seems a lot more confident these days. I don't hear him stammer or anything that much." Uraraka piped up, spinning a pen between her fingers. "Even when he's talking to girls. Hatsume's regularly unhinged violation of personal space didn't faze him like it usually would. The reaction was…minimal, I guess."

"Again, isn't that a good thing that his social ineptitude is lessening?" Asui asked Uraraka this time.

"No, it's great! It is a good thing, Tsu. I'm not saying it isn't. Not being flustered is….great. Just…I dunno…." Uraraka wasn't sure how to put it in words, but something felt amiss. She just couldn't quite place what that was. Just then, the door to the classroom slid open, and Izuku walked in. Surprised, Ochako squeaked, the pen being spun absentmindedly between her fingers flying through the air.

Izuku caught it clapping his hands together on the way to his desk and handed it back to her. "Sorry about that….d-did I scare you?"

"No, no it's fine…my stupid mistake. Sorry…."

"Accidents happen, don't worry. I just came back to grab something from my desk. See you back in the dorms later." With a casual wave of his hand, Izuku left the classroom, once again leaving only the girls.

"It is different, yeah, but….I think I like the confidence in him. Baby green's finally turning over a new leaf." Ashido commented quietly with a smile.

"Wait, was that supposed to be a pun?" Hagakure asked.

"No….why-oh. No. I have standards, silly girl." She laughed, dismissing the unintentional pun with a wave of her hand. "But Yaomomo, in all seriousness, why is this bothering you so much that you called all of us here to talk about it? Can't you just ask Midoriya or Jirou straight up what's got them so energetic and high-functioning?"

"That wouldn't be very…..polite of me though, would it? She is a valued friend, yours and mine. But I don't see how it is my place to pry into her private affairs. It wouldn't be right. Right? Just like Uraraka pleaded the fifth when she was asked if she had feelings for Midoriya, I don't want to force anything out of her."

"Wha-why are you bringing that up!?" Uraraka shouted, waving her hands in a small panic.

"That may be the case," Tsuyu said with a fingertip on her lip, "but it's just asking politely. If she wants to answer, she will. If she doesn't, then you back away. That's all there is to it. It's better to ask for permission than to beg for forgiveness, as the saying goes."

"True….I guess….I will then. I will ask her. Thank you for your time, everyone. Now, all I have to do is find an opportune moment." The meeting adjourned, and everyone headed straight for the dorms.

Uraraka saw Izuku running laps in the courtyard, accelerating for a minute, then stopping from time to time for more shadowboxing, push ups, burpees, and other such exercises in Full Cowl mode. Typical Deku, the hard worker as always. But the weird feeling was stuck in her mind like a splinter that was wedged deep under the skin. Should she ask him what changed him so? It was an innocent question, not like asking if he has a crush on someone or his sexual proclivities like Mineta would, blatantly and in public. Like Asui said, if he doesn't want to answer then she can just apologize, back away and not force the issue any further.

But the utter dread of the possibility being right compelled her to clamp her mouth shut. "Hey, Uraraka! You coming? Or didja wanna keep staring at Midoriya? Either way's fine with me."

"I-I am not….wait for me!" Uraraka ran to catch up to her friends, away from Izuku, away from the opportune moment to ask him anything that was on her mind at the time.

Having confirmed that everyone in his class had cleared out, Izuku pulled out his phone and sent a text to Jirou.

――They're all gone now, I think.

――I know I'm the one that suggested it, but I feel kinda bad having to do this though. Dating behind people's backs, I mean.

――Well, neither one of us was comfortable of letting everyone know, so here we are. But we can think of it as a training exercise for going undercover. Sort of.

――Everything's a training exercise to you, isn't it. NEEEERRRRD!

――Hey! It's a valid and necessary skill that we'll need at some point. Hopefully not, but it will come up at some point.

――What, going undercover in the League of Villains? You? Right, when Shouji finally shows his face to the class. Or when that Monoma guy from 1-B suddenly stops being a dick.

――Oh haha.

"Midoriya." His texting was interrupted by Aizawa, with a folded up sleeping bag under his arm and the other hand sucking on the straw protruding from an energy drink. "You have some time right now?"

"M-Mr. Aizawa?"

"Do you or not?"

"Um, y-yes sir. Is something wrong?"

"No, nothing's wrong. I was just wondering if you could drop by and visit Eri. Togata already went. And it has been a while since she saw you." It was true. After rescuing her from the Eight Precepts of Death and shattering their operation, U.A. had taken her into their custody to protect her from villains that would abuse her Quirk and protect others from her Quirk. Aizawa volunteered to take care of her, being the only Pro Hero with the Quirk to suppress her powers from acting out of control.

The last time they saw each other was during the Cultural Festival when she was on Mirio's shoulders when she smiled for the first time. "Of course. I'd be glad to. Um…would it be alright if I bring someone along with me?"

"Who?"

"K-Jirou. She was the lead vocal and bass for the Culture Festival and is directly responsible for restoring her smile. Getting her used to smiling would be a step in the right direction for her, and well….the only solution that I know that works is music. At least, that's what I-that's my vote."

"Sound logic. Do it. Make the call, make it quick." He almost sounded impatient.

"Yes sir."Izuku quickly explained the situation through a text and asked Jirou to hurry over, to which she immediately acquiesced, acoustic guitar case in tow. In a matter of minutes, they were loaded into a car and instructed to put on earplugs and blindfolds for the sake of security before driving off.

"Mr. Aizawa?" Izuku called out, blindfolded and barely able to hear the sound of the car running.

"What." A muffled voice from the front seat replied.

"Couldn't you have, you know…..brought along Ms. Joke for this? She could definitely make Eri laugh. Even without a Quirk, I think." Emi Fukukado aka The Smile Hero Ms. Joke had a Quirk that made others in her immediate surrounding area double over in gut-busting laughter, rendering them powerless, making villains easy pickings. It may come in handy. Plus, she was a good-natured person from what Izuku could tell before the license exams took place. Being the yang to his ying, Ms. Joke and him seemed to make a pretty good combination despite Aizawa's blatant expressions of annoyance at his acquaintance's antics every time they meet.

"No." He gave a flat reply as he took a right. "She has her own work cut out at Ketsubutsu Academy, and it's not my place to have her come over on a whim." That and he didn't want her constantly trying to make him laugh with her Quirk, which only served to exacerbate the dry eye condition he had. "Besides, there's no point in making Eri laugh through such….artificial means. It needs to be genuine. That's why you asked to bring her along, isn't it?"

"Right, of course."

"Um…Mr. Aizawa, I've never met her, so is there anything I should know about her? What she likes, what she doesn't; certain dos and don'ts?"

"She likes apples. And cats. And drawing. Just….try not to point out the…..bizarreness of some of them. Keep an open mind. Here we are." Pulling into the parking area, he opened the car trunk and pulled out a large bag. He took the blindfolds off of them once they were inside his apartment.

"Whoa…..This is….is this where you live, Mr. Aizawa?" The room was a large, well-lit studio apartment with a veranda that was kept spare with simple furnishings. There was a crochet next to the couch where two cats were lounging around.

"Got a problem?" He shot a sharp look, daring Izuku to say anything.

"No sir! I just….I wasn't really sure what to expect when you said we're going to meet――"

"DEKU!" A small girl with white hair and a horn sticking out from the right side of her forehead appeared seemingly out of nowhere and tackled Izuku with a hug.

"Hey, Eri. How've you been?" Izuku asked as he picked her up and swung her around twice before putting her down. He knelt in front of her to meet her at eye level.

"Really good! I missed you so so so much!" She was smiling. It was a good sign.

"I missed you too. I'm sorry I haven't been able to keep in touch with you."

"It's okay. I know you're busy trying to save lots and lots of people." Then she noticed Jirou with her guitar case standing behind him, not really sure what to do as Aizawa began unpacking the bag. "Wait, you were the one singing at the Culture Festival!"

"Oh, you remember me?"

"Yeah! You were so cool! I wanna sing like that too."

"Thanks," Jirou blushed as she smiled, holding out her hand as she knelt beside Izuku. "I'm Kyouka. Nice to meet you, Eri."

"You're friends with Deku, right?"

"Yeah…yeah, I am. We're in the same class, actually."

"So you're a hero too?!"

"On my way to becoming one, but yeah. Getting there."

"What's that?" Eri pointed at the black case Jirou was carrying.

"Oh, this? My guitar. It's different from the one you saw me playing on the stage. Want me to play something?"

"YES! PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!? Can she, Uncle Shouta?! CAN SHE?!"

"Eri, what did I tell you about using your inside voice?" He said with a relatively soft expression but with a voice no less stern than with his students.

"Sorry….But…can she, though? Pleeeaase?"

Aizawa had already given up quite a while ago in his attempts to resist Eri's ruby-red eyes look up at him like that. With a sigh, he nodded. "Yes. But nothing too loud. The doors are labeled, so find your own way to the bathroom. I'm going to put these away and do some other work. There's drinks in the fridge, so help yourself. Unless there's an emergency, don't bother me."

"Right. Of course."

"So, what are you going to play?" Eri asked Jirou excitedly, her eyes sparkling in anticipation.

"I'll play a classic. Izuku, I'm sure you've at least heard of this song." As Jirou began strumming, Izuku nodded and smiled. It was an American classic: Piano Man. While Izuku had no instrument, he still could whistle, so he whistled along with the guitar as he stood up, having Eri stand on his feet. Holding her hands, he gently swayed and spun around to the song. It didn't take long before she was joining in the singing as well. For half an hour, they went on, singing and dancing to one song after another: Love Potion No.9, Sweet Home Alabama, Another One Bites The Dust, Here Comes The Sun and Hallelujah.

"Can you play A Whole New World?" Eri asked, the smile now a full grown ear-to-ear grin.

"Oh, you're a fan of Disney?"

"Mm-hmmm. Uncle Shouta lets me watch some of it on….I think it was called, um Hoola? No, that's the hoop….Hoo…kah?"

"No. Definitely not that." Izuku said while Jirou was covering her mouth, silently dying of laughter. Where the hell did she even hear that word in the first place?

"I got it! Hulu! Yeah, that's it. Hulu."

"Ah. Can you do it, Kyoka?"

"I don't see why not. Plus there are vocals for a guy and a girl each, so it should work out fine."

"I'm not entirely familiar with the lyrics by heart, so let me pull it up. Aaaaand….okay. Ready to go." Izuku sat down on the couch next to Jirou as she began. Eri meanwhile sat on the carpet, hugging her knees together and rocking back and forth restlessly as if she were actually watching the most famous and romantic magic carpet ride scene happening right now for real.

It didn't take long before the singing evolved into a dance/musical number with Izuku and Jirou standing up, gesticulating as they swayed around, even picking Jirou up bridal style as she continued to play, all the way until the end. "That was awesome! You're both so good at singing! It's like a musical!"

"Singing isn't really my thing though. Kyoka's infinitely better than me."

"Of course I am." Jirou's face glowed a light shade of pink as she smiled with pride.

"Deku...are you and Kyoka dating?" Izuku swore his heart stopped and made him black out for a few seconds. Jirou was frozen in place as well, her fingers accidentally snapping one of the guitar strings.

"Um….What uh, what on earth gave you that impression, Eri?" Izuku asked softly, trying not to imagine the icy words of reprimand from Aizawa.

"No reason. Just…you two seemed really…..um….uh, how do I say this…Wait a minute. Uncle Shouta! What was that word you said about how people act when they really start having fun with what they're doing?"

"Being into it." An answer came from behind the door.

"Yes, that! Thank you Uncle Shouta! You two were really into it. And you were looking at each other like Simba and Nala."

"I…uh…." Jirou wanted to deny it. She really did. But she couldn't, because it was true. Izuku and she were looking at each other with a slightly seductive shade and they both knew it, but it was not something that they could openly admit to a child that was barely ten years of age. Especially because of the implications of what the lion and lioness do off-screen after that particular musical number.

"So? Are you?"

"Eri, um, we――"

"Yes. We are." Izuku whispered.

"Dude!"

"Really?!"

"But don't tell Mr. Aizawa about this, okay?" Jirou sighed. She knew Izuku couldn't find it in his heart to lie to a little girl's face. Even if it was about their relationship.

"Okay."

"Promise?"

"Pinky swear!" Eri said as she held her pinky out. Izuku wrapped his finger around hers and motioned Jirou to do the same. She just sat there for about five seconds in silence before complying.

"Well Midoriya, your plan worked." Aizawa sighed, his eyes flicking back to Eri who was asleep on the couch with a blanket covering her.

"Thank you. How much longer will Eri be staying with you, by the way?"

"As long as she has to. Until she can control her Quirk." Although he most certainly will not admit to it, Izuku could tell this was going to hinder Aizawa severely. He was a Pro Hero, a teacher at U.A. and a surrogate father figure to Eri, each one a full-time responsibility, each one just as important as the next. It was clear he could only stretch himself out so thin for so long. He had to find an alternative quickly.

"But Mr. Aizawa, won't that――"

"Take time? Yes. But at this moment, I'm the only one that can do this without Eri ending up hurting anyone, undoing everything we've done to help her. This is the only way for now. Good job for tonight. Both of you. I already sent a message to your classmates that you had business to attend at my discretion exempting you from any penalties for not being back before curfew. Needless to say, Eri's location must remain absolutely confidential. The fewer people there are that know her whereabouts, the better. Do not even breathe a word of this. To anyone. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir." Izuku and Jirou answered in unison.

"Good." Hearing a rhythmic knock at the door, Aizawa motioned the duo to put the blindfolds and earplugs back on and ushered them out of the apartment. They were led away back to the car and were let out in front of the dorms.

"Well. That worked spectacularly, don't you think?" Jirou asked with a smile, giving Izuku a nudge. "Plus, you actually do have a good voice for singing. You never told me that."

"Well….you never asked and I never knew. Still the second day being significant others, remember?"

"…..I can't believe that actually slipped my mind." Jirou smacked herself in the forehead. "But thanks for bringing me along. That was fun, and Eri was so damn adorable."

"She clearly has taken a liking to you and your music. Who knows, maybe you'll be teaching her how to play a guitar in the future."

"Doesn't sound like a bad idea at all. But why all the discretion? What exactly is Eri's Quirk?" Looking around cautiously, Izuku whispered in her ear exactly what she can do and the danger it posed to others and the user. "What. The fuck. That's insane!"

"Yeah. It is. Which is why Mr. Aizawa is so careful right now. He's tight roping across a knife edge. He said he'll think of something, so let's trust his judgement for now." He could always consult the hi-spec bipedal mammalian headmaster known as Nedzu as well, after all.

As they stepped back in the dorm, they saw Yaoyorozu was in the middle of her study sessions with some of the classmates in the living room sitting in a semicircle in front of a whiteboard. Seeing their return, Iida stood up and walked up to them. "Midoriya, Jirou! What in the world were you two doing? We got a message from Mr. Aizawa about doing something on his behalf past curfew, but….you're alright, correct? No injuries, trauma or anything of the sort?"

"Yeah." Izuku nodded, throwing up a peace sign. "Throat's slightly sore. That and I'm really hungry, but that's it. Thanks."

"Same with me. Sore fingers but nothing dangerous, don't worry." Jirou threw up a horn sign, grinning. Walking over to the fridge, she pulled out a sandwich wrapped in tinfoil. "I'm gonna drop this off in my room and eat my leftovers. See you later."

"Um, hey, Deku?" Uraraka spoke up.

"Yeah?" Izuku turned around, looking straight at her. It was that smile. That usual smile he had on. Only wider. Brighter, for some reason.

"I…um….it's….a-are you….Do you uh, h-have cough drops?" Again, Uraraka stopped herself at the last second before asking the question that really mattered.

"I'm not sure yet. I'll check when I get back to my room. If you're willing to share, thank you so much. I'm gonna use the stairs. My legs could use a stretch after the car ride." Izuku headed for the stairwell while Jirou started for the elevator.

The first floor was left in silence for a full thirty seconds until Sero broke it. "Oookay, please someone other than me say that they are noticing the Mt. Lady-sized freaking elephant in the room?"

"What….what do you mean?" Satou asked, utterly confused as to what he was implying.

"Don't you think that was weird? Them coming back in together? After curfew?"

"Unusual, yes." Tokoyami agreed as he closed his notebook and leaned back on the couch. "But considering we did receive notification from our homeroom teacher beforehand, it's nothing earth shattering, to say the least. Plus, we don't exactly live in a world where the word 'weird' is applicable. Would this not count as a simple case of coincidence?"

"Maybe, but…I mean, come on. Please tell me someone sensed a weird vibe going on between them throwing up gang signs like that! Kaminari?"

The blonde teen frowned. "Eeeeh…I mean, it's….not impossible, I guess? But come on, this is Midoriya we're talking about. He'd probably keel over from a heart attack just from the effort of asking someone out on a date! Sure, he's probably got his fair share of fantasies and such but….him with Jirou? Naaah. Nah, man, I can't really see that happening."

"Indeed!" Iida boomed. "Midoriya may have his social quirks and such, but he is someone that has always had his priorities straight. He is a paragon of work ethic and tenacity. For him to compromise that would be nothing short of――"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Bakugou shouted over Iida, his roar of anger echoing slightly. "JESUS H FUCK, FOUR-EYES! Why the fuck do any of you peons give a shit what that little nerd is up to!? Why the fuck would it matter?! TO ANY OF YOU!? If he falls behind, good goddamn riddance! He's been a fucking eyesore my entire fucking life. And I don't need your fucking trash speculations about who he's fucking! Keep them the fuck to yourself!" Fed up, he headed for the elevator in a huff.

"Well, ribbit." Asui muttered. "Nuances and presentation littered with cluster-F strikes aside, Bakugou does have a point there. I mean, are any of you in a romantic relationship with Midoriya or Jirou currently and would like to share it with everyone?"

"No, Tsu, but still….Aren't you interested even a little about the authenticity of that speculation?"

Asui simply shrugged at Sero's question. "I'd be lying if I say no. But not to the point where I'd go out of my way to find out, either." In a relationship or not, it wasn't really going to change anything for her so it was of little importance, although if they were, she did plan on congratulating them properly.

"All of you, calm down! And Sero, quit slandering his good name, it's quite rude to gossip about such baseless speculations when you don't have any hard evidence! There's neither physical proof nor testimony that would substantiate such a preposterous claim!" Iida's hands chopped up and down in its usual bizarre fashion in an effort to have the subject dropped altogether.

"What about you, Mineta?" Sero asked. "You'd be the type that'd be chomping at the bit to know this type of shit."

"Mmmm….doesn't really interest me to be honest." The entire room went silent.

"Uh…..Say what now?" Sero said after cleaning out his ear with his pinky.

"Alright, who the hell are you and what have you done with Mineta?" Kaminari demanded.

"What?! I'm Minoru Mineta and I'm telling the truth, it doesn't really matter to me!" It was true. While Jirou indeed was attractive, Mineta's tastes leaned more towards women with voluptuous assets, which in his eyes she was lacking to be worth his attention.

"Nuh-uh. Now I know this guy's a fucking imposter. Satou, hold him down! Yaomomo, gimme a pair of handcuffs and Ojiro, get the sriracha sauce from the fridge. We're gonna jam it up his nose. He's gotta be a villain in disguise or that woman from Shiketsu spying on us. Gotcha now, bitch!"

"NOOOOOOOOOO GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF MEEEEEEEEEE!" Mineta screamed, flailing uselessly as Satou got a hold of him before he could flee.

"Uh….Kaminari, what're you doing with Mineta?" Once again, the room went silent as Izuku came back down in sweatpants and a hoodie with a bewildered look at what was happening.

"Oh, Midoriya, perfect timing! Go to the fridge and get us some mustard. We need to see who this faux-Mineta is."

"Faux-Mineta? What brought that accusation about?"

"Well, uh….he didn't show any interest when we were just talking about speculations of romantic relationships."

"Oh. Maybe uh….he's turning over a new leaf?"

"Dude, stop bullshitting yourself, you know even you don't believe that for a second. Can you pass the mustard though?"

"I mean….uh, I don't see any actually." Izuku lied.

"Seriously?"

"Plastic jar, black top, right? It's gone, jar and all."

"Goddamit. Eh, sriracha's gotta do." Izuku merely shrugged and took his bottle filled with a protein shake out and headed back up the stairs.

"So, how was it going down there?" Jirou asked, leaning against the banister in more loose-fitting clothes.

"Speculative romantic relationships were the subject of the hour, apparently. No fingers were pointed and I didn't hear any names, so I think we'll be okay. For today at least. You sure you don't want to just go downstairs and get it over with? It's better to come clean than be discovered."

"I-I know that we can't hide this forever, but…soon, okay?" She caressed his cheek and gave him a peck. "Just….not yet. The fewer know, the better."

"Okay. I'm not in a hurry. But, you have to admit that we do need to tell people that we can trust to give us a hand in order to hide thise….Wait, I'm contradicting myself. Let me try that again."

"No, it's-I get it. Our situation isn't like Eri's so if it's discovered, it's discovered. No real harm done. I do see sense in having at least one or two more people to keep this under wraps for us. Who would your go-to be?"

"Hmm….Tokoyami, I guess. Either him or Asui."

"I'd go for either Kouda or Yaomomo."

"Kouda I can understand since you did the end of the term practical together, but why Yaoyorozu?"

"Oh, right, you don't know this….We fought at USJ and during the License Exam together. We covered each other's backs, so in terms of doing so in every sense of the word, I trust her the most. You, um….wanna do this now? Knock on their doors and all?"

"No." Izuku said firmly. "I won't unless you're a hundred percent comfortable doing so and I can tell that you're at least ninety-five percent uncomfortable. Like I said, I can wait. Let's make this work for both of us. Plus….I have to admit, this is kinda fun." Izuku whispered in Jirou's ear, making her shudder and squirm.

"What, you think you're an undercover agent or something? You sound like such a child." She chuckled as she took one of Izuku's scarred hands and kissed his knuckles before pressing it against her face, leaning into him. "Soooo…."

"Yes?"

"Our first date. When and where?"

"Um…Would our….trip to see Eri――"

"No, that won't count." Jirou cut him off quickly with a glare. "Dummy. You're taking me on one eventually."

"The disarm practice tomorrow――"

"Doesn't count either. It's at school. Stop being a dick." Jirou gave him a playful slap on his butt and kissed him up against the banister.

"I know, I know. We'll have our first proper date. Give me some time to plan. Outmaneuvering eighteen other people is going to be….well, not impossible, but really, really difficult."

"I don't hear you complaining. You're fucking grinning like an idiot."

"So are you." They kissed some more and let their hands linger over each other, anticipating much action when the weekend comes rolling by as the cameras on the school campus and other factors prevented them from having any extended romantic interactions. "Hey Kyoka?"

"Hmmm, Yes?" Jirou looked up at him, her chin resting on his shoulder.

"I still can't believe it's only been a day since you became my girlfriend."

"Get used to it, Izuku. You're stuck with me for a long ride. Oh, and I'm going to your room tonight, by the way."

"Wait, what?"

"You heard me. But no hickeys or bite marks this time, okay? Those are so hard to get rid of."

"Okay. Fair enough. But…..Mineta and Aoyama live right next to me, so just be careful. What exactly did you have in mind?"

Jirou only held up one of the blindfolds she kept with a seductive, evil smile and answered with one word: "Exploration. Just make sure you don't tucker yourself out before I get there. I need to go eat." With one last kiss, Jirou walked up the stairs to the third floor and to her room with a bounce in her gait.

Yes, Aizawa is now officially Dadzawa in this fanfic. Who knows, I may eventually write a fic shipping him and Ms. Joke with Eri in between.

Also yes, I made Deku and Jirou sing the corniest Disney musical number aside from Can You Feel The Love Tonight and I Won't Say I'm In Love (I do like Disney songs though). I know it kinda feels filler-ish considering the drama was a little weak in my opinion and because Eri sorta stole the spotlight, inevitably giving way to fluff and the tiniest amount of kink at the very end but I regret nothing. And I will deliver with the drama on my 10th chapter.

I swear on the old gods and the new.