[Let's grasp it~♪ Dragon ball~♪]
The microphone vibrated in my grip as I belted out the words, arm raised like I was about to launch a Kamehameha at the ceiling. The neon lights above the karaoke room flickered with my "spirit power."
"Yo! Dragon ball idiot!"
"Go marry Asia already, you brute!"
Motohama and Matsuda jeered like the peanut gallery they were, throwing imaginary tomatoes at me while I gave them my best rockstar pose.
Asia clapped along, eyes sparkling with that innocent joy of hers, though she was clearly holding back a giggle at my terrible singing. Koneko, as usual, ignored all of us—curled up in the corner with a plate stacked with pizza and an ice cream sundae like none of this nonsense was worth her time.
Kiryu adjusted her glasses, flipping through the song list with the air of a general preparing for war.
Meanwhile, Kiba sat with perfect posture, drinking his coffee like some kind of prince straight out of a drama. Seriously, even here, even in karaoke, the guy had to ooze style. Wasn't fair.
We'd started the day early, meeting at the station. Matsuda showed up thirty minutes late, so naturally we "welcomed" him with the fists of justice until he was apologizing on the pavement. From there it was four back-to-back bowling games. Four! My arm still ached from the weight of the ball, and half of us nearly collapsed by the last round.
Then straight into karaoke. Stamina? Gone. Spirit? Unstoppable.
We were going at it non-stop, trading the mic like it was Excalibur, the songs shifting faster than a battlefield. I promised myself—Asia and Kiba weren't escaping this room without singing at least once. Especially Asia. A duet with a blonde beauty? That had to be some kind of dream-come-true achievement.
And today, she was dressed in a gothic-lolita outfit of all things. Black lace, frills, and ribbons, paired with her soft golden hair. Kiryu had masterminded the look, claiming it was "for fun." Fun? It was divine punishment for my sanity. Too cute. Way too cute.
"I-I'll start with reciting a hymn…" Asia muttered timidly.
I had even invited Saji, but he declined, practically crying into the phone. "Kaichou forbids me from hanging out with the opposite sex." Poor guy. Strict life, being Sona's servant.
By the time I collapsed into my seat, throat burning, I was drenched in sweat. A sip of cold juice saved me from death.
Rias and Akeno weren't here. They'd gone to help Sona prepare for tonight's gathering by the pool. Rias promised she'd wear a swimsuit. Akeno too. Not just normal swimsuits either. The "dangerous" kind. My imagination nearly fried my brain on the spot.
"...Ise-senpai. You're making a disgusting face."
Koneko's voice snapped me back. She didn't even look up from her pizza.
"Eh? Really?"
"You were thinking lewd things."
Wham. Right on target.
"Oya~? The size of your bulge seems… suspicious," Kiryu chimed in, pushing up her glasses with a sly grin.
"Oooooi! Don't measure that with your eyes! And don't announce it!"
Asia puffed her cheeks, glaring at me with an expression that was way too sharp for such an angelic face. "…Were you thinking about Buchou again?"
Guh! Direct hit! She was leveling up in jealousy detection at frightening speed.
"Haha! Nothing like that! I-I'm just gonna hit the restroom real quick!"
The hallway outside was quiet, the muffled chaos of our singing fading behind me.
I used the washroom and exit.
"Oh. Did something happen?"
I looked up to see Kiba sitting on a bench near the washroom, sipping calmly from a can of coffee.
"Yeah," I muttered, dropping down beside him. "Something did."
My body sagged against the chair. "Aaah, I'm exhausted. Guess I got too carried away."
Kiba chuckled. "We all did. Especially during the first bowling match."
"Hah, don't remind me."
We laughed together, the kind of normal laughter that felt strangely rare for us. Then his tone shifted.
"Ise-kun." His eyes softened. "I wanted to thank you. For avenging my comrades… and for ending Valper."
I blinked. So that's why he was waiting here.
"...Don't mention it," I said quietly. "Your friends already forgave you. Buchou forgave you. The rest of us did too. So… it doesn't matter anymore."
"Ise-kun…" His voice trembled faintly. His eyes glistened.
Ugh! Don't say my name with tears in your eyes! You'll make it awkward!
"T-Tell you what." I scrambled for an escape. "How about we sing my favorite song together?"
His eyebrows rose. "You… have a favorite?"
"Of course! The Dragon Ball intro! I can sing it for twenty-four hours straight without stopping."
Kiba almost spat his coffee. "I-I'll have to steel myself for that."
"Who cares! Pawn and Knight duet time! Let's blow the roof off this place!"
"Yes, yes," he laughed, shaking his head.
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