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In denial, in perplexity. She didn't know
how to deal with these strange feelings
and emotions budding within her as she
spent time with her six male friends.
Growing up surrounded by men her
entire life, she...
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At McDonald, Nighttime...
Second Person's POV
Hinata and Emma had to back away from their little celebration party since they wanted to return home as soon as possible before midnight.
" I'm not fond of staying outside past midnight. I'm sorry, (Y/n)-san, everyone. I will make up to this in the future."
"Me too. I really need my sleep now. If J tag along, who knows when Mikey wanna return home."
Hence, Takemichi and Ken escorted Hinata and Emma back home. Their residences weren't that far from the city so the moment Takemichi and Ken arrived back at McDonald, their orders were already served.
You, Yasuhiro, Takemichi, Manjiro, Ken and Chifuyu all sat at the same table. You sat between Yasuhiro and Takemichi while Manjiro, Ken and Chifuyu sat across. Souya, Nahoya, Ryohei (Peh-yan), Haruchiyo, Takashi and Hakkai sat at the same table while Shuji and Tetta decided to sit at the same table by themselves.
Tetta was not planning to tag along but since it was Manjiro's order and he didn't want to appear suspicious, he just complied with it. Shuji was only here for the food.
"Damn, you really saved us the hassle of dealing with those bastards." Manjiro spoke up as you and him eyed the appetizing meals served before your very eyes. "I'm happy to get rid of society trash anytime." You humbly replied, flicking a thumb up for the Toman leader.
"(Y/n)-san, are you a martial artist or something?" Ken asked politely. He was not surprised to find out you were the same age as Yasuhiro and were older than the rest of them. "Mhm, pro martial artist." You managed out your answer before picking up a burger from your food tray.
"No wonder you could beat the shits out of those deadbeats. They screwed with the wrong person. Shame on them." Chifuyu snickered, delighted by the downfall of their enemy gang. Takemichi just chuckled awkwardly. Sitting next to you made him feel a little tense.
He couldn't bring himself to talk properly.
"Do you want that ice-cream?" Yasuhiro suddenly changed the topic, his finger pointed to the large menu board above the counter. "They have new ice cream?! Of course I want it! Mucho, can I have some? Please?"
Yasuhiro could be a bit strict with you when it came to consuming confectioneries or other kind of sweet food. Your eyes sparkled brightly to persuade him to buy it for you, your soft hand clutching his sleeve. He smiled and patted your head. "Of course. Wait a minute, alright? I'll be back soon."
Yasuhiro got up and left the table, heading over to the counter to place his order. "Yosh, time for interrogation! Say, (Y/n)-san. How long have you dated Mucho?" Nahoya finally opened his mouth and built his courage to talk to you. He tried asking you earlier but Yasuhiro kept glaring at him.
