“Izana, if I have to keep hearing Sanzu repeat the same words, my brain’s going to melt,” Complained Rindo, who was leaning back onto the couch.

Sanzu, who was in the booth, raised up his middle fingers to Rindo.

Izana rolled his eyes, “We can stop here,” Izana said before exiting the room, Kakucho following right behind.

Ran snickered before ruffling his younger brother’s hair. Mucho and Shion were next to Rindo on the couch, on their phones.