“Ew…hey.” Utahime called with a hint of disgust in her voice, holding a vegetable away from her which she had fished out of her ramen with a pair of chopsticks “You still like these…things right?” She asked plainly, having to take a sip from her beer to keep herself from gagging.

You both were sat in a private cubical at a ramen-ya after your shifts at Kyoto’s Jujitsu Technical High, once more appearing to be a couple despite never once hinting at feelings for each other.