When Naota woke up, the first thing he noticed was the warmth and the stickiness. He cracked his eyes open to the sight of Ninamori’s peacefully sleeping face. He nearly jumped out of his skin at the sight, but quickly remembered last night and calmed down. He trailed his fingers over Ninamori’s face, brushing back her short purple locks. She mumbled something in her sleep and loosened her grip around Naota’s waist. Pulling away from her, Naota got off the couch and went in search of his clothes. As he was picking up his discarded clothes, Ninamori woke up.

“Going somewhere?” Naota stiffened, and turned to Ninamori on the couch. For the first time, he noticed that her large breast had returned to their small size.

“I got to get home. My dad and grandpa most likely don’t care that I’ve been out all night, but Haruko may be worried.” Naota said as he pulled up his pants and buckled his belt. He frowned at the sensation of his sticky flesh clinging to the inside of his pants, he would have to take a bath as soon as he got home.

“Do you love her?” Ninamori asked after a pregnant pause.

“Who?” Naota said with reluctance.

“Haruko.”

“Oh,” Naota lingered, uncertain on how to approach the subject of Haruko. Sighing, he decided to end the bravo and speak his mind; hopefully he wouldn’t hurt Ninamori’s feelings.

“She’s pushy, mean, rude, immature, arrogant, self serving, unpleasant to be around, unsophisticated, and a pain in the ass, but I do think I love her.” Naota finished and looked away from Ninamori. He had just told the woman that he had spent the night with that he was in love with another woman. He closed his eyes and waited for the screaming and the insults, but instead got Ninamori speaking to him in a calm and gentle voice.

“Then what are you waiting for, go to her.” Naota turned to Ninamori and stared. He didn’t know what to think or say. Deciding to not press his luck, he put his shirt on and left the house, leaving Ninamori alone to contemplate.

“Why do I always fall for the unattainable boys,” Ninamori sighed sadly. She got up and headed to the bathroom, Naota wasn’t the only one sticky from last night.

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Naota ran home, dodging cars and running as fast as his legs could carry him. He needed to find Haruko and piece together everything that had happened last night. The sex had distracted him from the question that had remained unanswered, like who was that cloaked man and how did he make Amarao shoot Haruko? He came to a stop in front of the bakery where he lived. Silently he opened the door a crept upstairs, just because his family didn’t care where he was last night didn’t mean they wouldn’t ask him why he was wearing the clothes he wore yesterday. Stopping at the door to his room, he heard the sound of metal hitting metal and Haruko swearing. He cracked the door open to look inside and saw Haruko sitting over his fathers barging TV with a wrench and screwdriver.

“Just you wait you cloaked freak, once my locater is complete I’ll be able to find where you are hiding on this dirtball planet,” Haruko cackled as she continued to tool around with the TV.