“You are Sougo Kyoya?!” Endou`s eyes widened.

“Y-Yes… Is there something wrong?”

“No! Not at all!” She became excited. “I can`t believe we would meet again like this.”

It was Kyoya`s turn to be surprised. He looked at Endou, trying to remember a face, but to no avail. Embarrassed, his cheeks redden as he stammered an apology:

“Gomenasai. I don`t remember…”

“Ie ie [no no], it`s my fault that I don`t recognize you immediately. Sorry, it can`t be helped… because… you know, you look pretty much the same as back then. In my mind I imagine you to become some sort of macho guy already haha.”

“Huh…?” Kyoya was still confused

“Madoka-san, he is that person? Whaaaaaaat? He looks so frail! I mean look at his arms…” Kirishima started fussing all over Kyoya.

As soon as she touched his hand, Kirishima felt a strange sensation. The hand was small and short, but the fingers were thick and bony. The knuckle above the middle finger on his right hand bulged, whereas the joints where his fingers would fold were bloated. These were the signs of either heavy abuse from young age, or intensive conditioning over a long period of time. She caressed his right hand, staring down on it as if being hypnotized.

“Amazing… So thick…” She mumbled.

On the other side, Kyoya`s face was hot enough to cook an egg. Seeing how someone like Kirishima was drawn to Kyoya like moths to flame, Endou knew that he was indeed the wild little boy who knocked down two adults before threatening the security of an entire neighborhood five years ago. The young lady pried Kirishima away from Kyoya, before getting into the main subject with plenty enthusiasm. Still, she was a little upset since Kyoya did not remember her.

“Oh yea. My school has also seen many small pranks and trolls too. ” said Kirishima. She had totally fallen over, occasionally throwing him meaningful looks.

“So recently the pranks escalated into terrorism? And Nishimura-kun thinks that he being accused of molesting was one of those acts?” Endou raised her voice at the end.

“Not think, speculate.” Takumi grunted. “We don`t have any leads right now, so I had to start from there.”

“I see… Well, lately a forum called “Happiness club” is gaining a lot in popularity. It`s basically a prankster blog, with a highly addictive system of getting points, where you play tricks on other to increase your happiness rating. It`s big, but I haven’t seen anything related to terrorism there. Just child`s play.” Said Endou.

“Uhm. We can`t overlook any clues.”

“I`ll help you find that girl you molested, Nishimura-kun. We`ll call you if anything comes up.”

Then, the two finished their drink and took their leave. Saying her goodbye, Endou couldn`t help adding another sentence:

“It took you quite a while to remember that incident… You get into an awful lot of violence despite your looks, Sougo-kun.”

That evening, Takumi went over Kyoya`s home for dinner. His friend gave him the key before running off to the marketplace. Upon entering the doorway, a strong scent of fruit extract assaulted his nostrils. Someone was inside the house, vaping.

“Kyoya?” A matured voice of a female called out from the room.

“Anou, I am Kyoya`s friend. He gave me the key and told me to enter.” He felt extremely awkward, but for the sake of manners he still said.

“Eh? His friend? Wait! Don`t enter the room!”

Scrambling noises were heard, and moments later a girl in her twenties stepped out. Takumi did not expect Kyoya`s mother to be this young, but he thought of Kyoya`s features and let it pass.

Conversing with Sougo Kura, there were two things nobody could miss: her deep voice, and her huge breasts. This was the kind of women that made men feel uncomfortable in between their legs. The voluptuous chunks of tender meat were covered with snow white, spotless skin, with shiny pink spots on her joints. Her lips were naturally red and seemingly moist all the time. Her mature scent acted like pheromones that drive men crazy. To top it, Kura was only wearing a tank top and shorts, so it was hard for Takumi to pick where to place his gaze.

Luckily, Kyoya made it home in time. Skipping the surprised act, Kura insisted Takumi wait in the living room, while her family went inside the kitchen to prepare dinner. Clattering sounds of kitchen supplies resounded in the house, as the mouth watering smell of food filled it. Browsing random forums on his phone, Takumi suddenly gasped in terror.