A/N: I'm not going to deny it, I might be shipping something in here...
But I was always more for the comedic/bonding stuff than the mushy kissy-kissy stuff.

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"Being Helpful Is Bad"

Kamiki looked like she was pissed at something and Suguro spend a bit of time deciding, if he wanted to talk to her and ask what was up, or avoiding the girl would be the preferable option.

After all, when she was angry, she was angry. And prone to unleashing a hell on innocent bystanders if someone was stupid enough to bug her. Suguro knew that well. He was ashamed to admit, but he got in brawl with that girl more than once. At the same time, it was almost like back at home, with the Hojo girls. They always were attacking everything around, sometimes just for the pure fun of it.

"So?" Suguro asked, finally making his decision and sitting next to her.

"So?" she blinked, looking at him.

"You're pissed," he said with a small shrug.

"And you decided to be such a nice friend and ask what's the problem?" Kamiki snickered.

"You looks like you're about to give me a black eye. I would like to at least know why I'm turned into your private punching bag."

You're such a barrel of laughter today," Kamiki rolled her eyes. "I actually start to feel like punching you is a good idea."

"You can try to do that later. Aria training is mostly reciting stuff while running a marathon and it's getting boring."

"Huh," she blinked. "Well, you do need to keep your breath steady if you want for that stuff to work lie it's supposed to."

"Uh-huh," he muttered. "But I need to know my way around in other situation if I want to stay alive."

"You think you're slipping?"

"Wouldn't call it that," he said with a grimace.

"So you are," Kamiki smirked with satisfaction.

"Maybe a little," he finally admitted. "So, you're in?"

"You just asked me to kick your ass, of course I'm in!"

In the end, Suguro discovered that learning about her problem wasn't the best idea at all. It was awkward, embarrassing and so out of his field of experience he had no idea how to act.

"I mean, sure, I understand that there has to be some difference," Kamiki continued, clearly enjoying all the torment she caused, while shamelessly babbling about the problem. Heck, right now she was almost happy that there was a reason to talk about something like that. "But still, why so much? I mean, Moriyama is not that bigger than me and her breasts are like huge! I have no idea how she can stand straight with something like that!"

Suguro yelped painfully, hiding face in his arms. All Izumo could see were his ears, but that was enough. She had no idea he even could blush so much.

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Suguro was stirring, Renzou noticed.

His stirring was a very annoying thing, since it was the middle of the night and there was school the next day, so they all had to get up pretty early. Which was going to be difficult, if Suguro continue being dumb.

Shima didn't really want to crawl out of his comfortable bed, especially since the sheets already got pleasantly warm. But he also liked to have a nice, long shut-eye time and it was hard to sleep when someone was moving so much just a few steps away.

Finally, with a heavy sigh, Renzou pushed himself up on his elbow and looked at his friend, hoping that staring at him angrily would be enough. It wasn't.

"What's on your mind, Bon?"

"Boobs."

Renzou blinked. The answer was not what he expected at all. For the first minute or so, he was actually sure that he heard him wrong.

Well, it could be also related to the tone of Suguro's voice. He sounded like he was pissed off, not entertained and that was not how boobs were supposed to work. On the other hand, Ryuji was the monk-iest person Renzou even knew, not paying any attention to feminine charms at all. At some point in the past Renzou observed him suspiciously, expecting him to play in the other team and enjoy the charms of guys, but no. He was no paying that kind of attention to anything at all.

Anyhow, now it was just plain weird. Was Ryuji a late bloomer, or something?

"Okay," Renzou said slowly. "Boobs. That had to happen at some point. But care to take the issue to the bathroom?"

"Not in that way, you pervert!" Shiam was pretty sure that Bon's voice actually did break a little. Besides, he actually squeaked, embarrassed by the accusation. He was surely blushing like a crazy too and Renzou was really sad since there was not enough light to actually being able to see it.

"You are soo in denial!" Renzou chuckled. "But okay, I can roll with that. So if you're not thinking about boobies in the way, then... what exactly is your issue then?"

"I have no idea," Bon admitted with a groan. "It's all Kamiki's fault."

"Oh?"

"She started talking to me, out of nowhere and she somehow ended up babbling about breasts."

"So she is the one who swings that way, huh?"

"She sounded more like she was annoyed."

"You sounds like you're annoyed," Renzou chuckled. "And we both knows that's not the case."

"Oh, stop making a pervert out of me!"

"It's always the quiet ones," Renzou snickered.

"For crying out loud, all she did was to grump about all the different sizes and Shura's having the big stuff while she was stuck with-" he stopped in the middle of the sentence. "Why the hell I'm even telling you this?"

"You are so confused, it's actually adorable," Renzou chuckled.

"No, seriously, what's the problem, it would look just weird!"

Well, he was somewhat right about that one. Kamiki was tiny and attaching something melon–sized to her chest would really look weird. Unless she wanted into the porn industry, there were weird people that watched even weirdest stuff.

"...you didn't tell her that, right?"

"I'm not suicidal."

"Yes, you are," Konekomaru suddenly said.

They both stopped dead, afraid to even breathe. The tone of Miwa's voice was absolutely terrifying. It was cold as ice and they definitely could hear their own deaths in it.

"You want to talk about boobs, fine!" Konekomaru continued. "But do please, take it to the bathroom. Thank you!"

Then he turned to the other side and pulled cover over his head, demonstratively not paying attention to them.

But they knew he was listening, waiting for them to slip. Carefully, slowly, they lied back down, trying to not make any unnecessary moves and pulled covers in perfect synchronization.