Somehow you’d ended up in this situation. For better or for worse. You were a pillar of the most chaotic friend group ever conceived at Ohashi High.

Ryuuji Takasu, Taiga Aisaka, Yusaku Kitamura, Minori Kushieda, and Ami Kawashima. Those were your fellows, your gang of five.

With break having started up, and after the usual drama competition between Aisaka and Kawashima, you’d ended up staying at Ami’s beach house. It was only the first night, and you six were already engaging your first self-imposed challenge. Curry.

At Kushieda’s request, Takasu had made the curry extra spicy for everyone, hotness cranked up to the max. It was painfully delicious, emphasis on painfully. Now you all found yourselves sitting at the table with popsicles in your mouths.

Kawashima: “Ugh…my tongue wants to kill me.”

Kitamura: “You said it. That was some spicy curry.”

Kushieda: “But it was sooooooo good… You’ve outdone yourself this time, Takasu. The spice gods smile upon you.”

Takasu smiled at Kushieda’s compliment.

Takasu: “Well…I’m glad you like it.”

Aisaka: “Uggghhhh…”