Kyoya held the phone against his right ear. On the other end was a familiar voice. Kenichi Kazuo was fuming:

“No training today! You only recovered recently!”

“But I can do training myself just fine, sensei.”

“No means no. Now don`t you dare to train on your own. Hang out with your class or something! It`s summer! Don`t waste your youth like me!” Kenichi talked with a pained voice.

He abruptly ended the call. Takumi stood next to Kyoya, and smirked from seeing his friend`s expression.

“So, no right?”

“Haaa… Sensei told me to not waste my youth. What does that mean?”

“Means we are doing something fun today!”

Eirin came shortly after, and they took a train to Akihabara. Inside the bookstore, Kyoya was left alone when the two scoured the diverse selection of manga and light novels. He decided to go get his fill of school supplies, buying some pen, pencil leads, highlighters, notebooks, reference materials, and such. At 2:00 pm [or 14:00], the three started moving towards Endou`s café shop to read their buys.

“Welcome back, gosuji-sama~” Kirishima greeted Takumi as usual.

“Konichiwa. Can we have a quiet spot please?”

“Hai~ How many people?”

“Three. Me, him, and her.”

Eirin suddenly appeared in Kirishima`s sight.

(White? And small. Also fluffly. With red eyes. A bunny?)

She exploded:

“Oh my gosh you are so cute! Eh? Are you Kyoya`s girlfriend that Nishimura told me? Ah so soft~! Your hair dye is so beautiful! What color did you choose? And the red contact lens fit you perfectly! I love your cosplay! You can become a celebrity you know!”

“This body would eventually degrade and become useless. Bio material is temporary, what really matters is the neuron links inside your brain and the way you can interpret it into words.” She calmly replied.

“E-Eh?”

“Don`t mind. Please get us a table” Takumi palmed his forehead.

Kyoya ordered his usual drink, one that might seem unusual to other: completely black expresso.

While they were reading, Kirishima joined. She said her shift was done, and casually took a bite from Takumi`s cake.

“Nee Nishimura-kun. You did ask us for a favor in that incident right?”

“Eh… Well yea, you guys were a huge help. Never got the chance to thank you.”

“No need. You will repay us with your body~”

“Eh?”

With a devious smile, she began explaining.

“Douga?" [A video?]

“Yes. We run an OurTube channel on sports. I will make a video that features you as the main attraction~”

“Sounds suspicious.” Said Takumi.

“Don`t worry! You go to the gym quite often right? I bet you have a nicely chiseled body under your clothes.”

“Well sure, but can Kyoya come too?”

“Oh yes! I forgot. Nee Sougo-kun, I have a favor to ask. Can you please help us with that video for our channel?”

“Why couldn`t you just ask me like that…” Takumi was annoyed.

“Bleh” She replied by sticking out her tongue.

“Eh… Etou… But I`m horrible at sports…”

“Don`t worry! We will fix that with your outstanding athletic capability. Sougo-kun is really amazing, don`t you agree, Eirin-chan?”

“Of course he is. He`s mine after all.”

“H-Hai… I`d be glad to help.”

“Great! Then come to this address on Sunday. It`s my family`s gym.”

That Sunday, Kyoya was so nervous he had to pack everything related to sports inside a giant suitcase, carrying it all the way over to Kirishima`s place. Already waiting there were Takumi and Eirin, both of whom were having tea waiting for Kyoya.

He entered, and was greeted by Kirishima. Takumi was obviously holding back his angry questions, as the place Kyoya stepped into was not your generic gym. It was a boxing gym, with lines of sandbags and stacks of equipment, as well as an official size ring at the back.

“So, Kirishima-san, can you explain exactly what we are going to do?”

“We are making a women self-defense video for the channel. And that is also the main content we make.” Endou calmly replied.

“What did you say about sports, Kirishima-san.”

“Ohohoho… Shall we start already?” She totally ignored him “Today`s clip is actually a promotion video, titled “Kawaii bishoujo beating the crap out of a macho douche. Featuring…” Her shirt and skirt quickly left her body and flew into the air “Me, the badass girl and Takumi, the douchebag.”

The two males dropped their jaws at the sight of her clothing. Under her uniform, Kirishima wore skin tight shorts and a petite sports bra, showing off her perfect curves. Her maiden body shone dazzlingly under the bright summer sun. A breeze gently pushed her skirt onto Takumi`s face.