The moment Issei's perverted grin stretched across his face, the universe decided to ruin his life.
Because Miki Hyoudou walked in. She stopped in the doorway, taking in the scene before her with bright, motherly delight.
Two beautiful girls. Wearing nothing but aprons. Issei, standing there, red-faced with a pervy smile.
Then, she spoke the absolute worst possible words. "Oh my~! My son has such devoted wives already! This makes me so happy!"
Issei whipped around so fast, he nearly gave himself whiplash. "MOM?! WHY ARE YOU ENCOURAGING THIS?!"
Miki tilted her head innocently. "Why not? They're adorable! And look how much they love you! You should be more appreciative, Issei~!"
Issei gawked at her. "I—THAT'S NOT THE POINT!"
Miki just smiled, completely unfazed.
Tamamo beamed, practically glowing with joy. "Ara~! I love my new mother-in-law already~!"
Yuuka nodded sagely. "She has good taste."
Issei groaned and dragged a hand down his face. "I swear, this entire family is against me."
Miki simply patted his head like a child.
"Relax, sweetie~. Anyway, dinner is ready! You should eat up before training with your dragon friend!"
Then, she hummed happily and walked away, leaving a trail of destruction in her wake.
Issei buried his face in his hands. "…I need a new family."
Tamamo patted his back soothingly. "Don't worry, darling~! You have us now~!"
Yuuka grinned, her voice far too smug. "Yup. Forever."
Issei shuddered.
Yuuka soon turned on her heel and casually walked upstairs to get changed, her smirk never leaving her face.
Issei watched her go, not being able to look away and stared at her cute butt going upstairs.
He then turned toward Tamamo—
Only to see her shimmer as the apron changed instantly with magic.
"Done~!" she said cheerfully, twirling slightly in her casual wear.
Issei blinked.
"Magic sure is convenient?"
Tamamo giggled. "Fufufu~! You make the most adorable faces."
"Let's just… eat dinner before I lose my mind."
Tamamo looped her arm around his. "Of course, my dear husband~! Shall we?"
Issei grumbled but let her drag him along.
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The Hyoudou dinner table was as lively as ever, filled with laughter, conversation, and the clinking of dishes.
The aroma of freshly made Japanese cuisine filled the air—steamed rice, savory miso soup, grilled fish, and an assortment of homemade side dishes.
Misuki and Yuuka sat on one side, Tamamo was to Issei's right, and Sakura happily munched away beside Miki, swinging her little legs under the table.
For a moment, just a moment, Issei allowed himself to relax. He leaned back, enjoying the warmth of a home-cooked meal, and casually spoke between bites.
"I talked with the Student Council President today," he said, stuffing a piece of fish into his mouth. "She gave me the requirements for Yuuka's final year enrollment."
Yuuka nodded approvingly. "Nice. So everything's set?"
"Yeah. Just some paperwork and a formal meeting with the staff left."
Finally, something had gone right today.
But before he could bask in his small victory—
"What about me?" Tamamo's sweet voice was laced with danger.
Issei froze mid-chew. A bead of cold sweat rolled down his temple. "…Huh?"
Tamamo smiled innocently. Too innocently. "Why didn't you try enrolling me too, darling~?"
Every alarm in Issei's brain went off.
He swallowed nervously, choosing his words like a man walking through a minefield. Not wanting her to know. That he didn't want Tamamo to enroll and make his school life worse. "W-Well… You wanted to be my wife, right?"
Tamamo blinked, tilting her head. "Yes~?"
"So… isn't it more wifelike to wait for me at home?"
Silence.
Tamamo stared at him.
Yuuka slowly turned to him.
Even Misuki paused mid-bite.
The tension in the room thickened.
Yuuka soon smirks. "I like this idea." She leaned back, stirring her tea with a smug, self-satisfied expression. "If Tamamo stays home, that means I'll have way more time to monopolize Issei-kun at school."
Tamamo's ears twitched. Her pout deepened. "That's unfair! As a proper wife, I should have at least some school life romance!"
Issei waved his hands frantically. "Hold on! I thought you'd hate the idea of going to school!"
Tamamo huffed, crossing her arms. "That is true, but I could have used that time to spend with you~!"
Miki, who had been quietly watching, let out a lighthearted laugh. "Oh, young love~!"
Issei groaned, slumping forward.
Meanwhile, Yuuka sipped her tea with a happy hum, clearly pleased with herself.
Tamamo pouted harder.
Sakura, completely oblivious to the tension, happily chewed on a piece of grilled fish.
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After dinner, Issei Hyoudou mentally prepared himself for training.
For too long, he had slacked off. For too long, he had avoided proper training. But no more!
Tonight, he will begin his path to greatness!
But first he needed something sacred. Something legendary. Something that had guided warriors before him to the pinnacle of strength.
He marched upstairs, entered his room with purpose, and reached for the Holy Text of Self-Improvement. A manga volume slid off the shelf.
Dragon Sol.
His fingers flipped through the pages with determination, eyes scanning the sacred knowledge held within.
'Where is it… where is it…'
His eyes lit up. "There it is!"
A legendary training method. The one that had made the strongest warrior in the universe.
With the power of wisdom in his hands, Issei rushed downstairs, clutching the manga like a lost treasure.
His bare feet skidded against the wooden floor as he came to a halt in front of Tamamo. "Tamamo!"
Tamamo, lounging elegantly on the couch, blinked at his sudden entrance. "Yes, darling~?"
Issei held up the manga with pride. "Can you make me, weighted clothing?!"
Yuuka, seated nearby with a cup of tea, slowly turned to watch.
Tamamo's ears twitched. She tilted her head. As she stared at the pages of a young man wearing heavy clothes. "…Like the kind this warrior wears in battle?"
"Yes!"
Tamamo stared at him. Then at the manga in his hands. Then back at him. Her expression turned blank.
Yuuka narrowed her eyes, examining the scene like a scientist observing a particularly dumb experiment.
Tamamo burst into laughter. "Fufufu~! My husband is adorable! Of course I can, darling~!"
Yuuka sighed heavily, setting her cup down. "This idiot really thinks he's an anime protagonist…"
Issei was simply happy that his idea could be used.
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The park at night had been empty, perfect for training.
The cool night air carried a slight breeze, rustling the leaves and giving the atmosphere a sense of anticipation. The moon was rising, casting a soft silver glow over the park.
Standing in the center of it all, Issei rolled his shoulders, adjusting the new outfit Tamamo had made for him.
And damn, did she outdo herself.
A stylish red and black set of track clothes, comfortable yet durable, infused with enchanted weights.
Tamamo stood off to the side, her hands on her hips, looking immensely pleased with herself.
"Every time you put it on, the clothes adjust the weight to a point you can handle." She explained with a proud smile. "As time goes on, the clothes will get heavier."
Issei flexed his arms experimentally.
The fabric clung to his body like normal, but there was a distinct pressure, a resistance, making every movement feel just a little harder.
Ddraigs deep, rumbling voice came out of his hand. "Finally ready to take your training seriously, partner?"
Ddraig's voice carried the unmistakable tone of approval, but also mild exasperation.
Issei grinned, rolling his neck as he bounced slightly on his feet. "Hell yeah!"
Yuuka and Tamamo had made themselves comfortable on a wooden bench nearby.
Yuuka sat with one leg crossed over the other, a smug smirk on her face, while Tamamo sipped her tea elegantly.
A little to the side, Sakura hugged a plushie to her chest, watching curiously.
Tamamo giggled, lowering her teacup. She also made sure to place a temporary Boundary Field to make sure nobody bothered them. "Work hard, darling~!"
Yuuka smirked. "Let's see how long you last before collapsing."
Issei scoffed.
"Oh, just wait! I am about to begin my legendary rise to power!"
Yuuka raised an eyebrow. "Mmm-hmm. Sure. Have fun with that."
Issei took a deep breath.
His weighted jacket pressed down on his shoulders, heavier than expected, but not unbearable.
But this was it.
His next step to power.
His journey to greatness.
He spread his legs into a stance, cracked his knuckles, and began.
"ALRIGHT! LET'S GO!"
He started basic exercises to get his body used to the weight, a good run. Push-ups. Squats. High-knees. Shadowboxing.
For the first fifteen minutes, he felt pretty good.
For the next ten minutes, he felt his movements slow.
By the thirty-minute mark. His legs trembled.His arms shook.His breaths came out in short, ragged gasps. His movements became sluggish.
And then—
He tripped over his own foot.
And face-planted straight into the dirt.
A long, awkward silence.
Then—
Sakura blinked.
"Papa fell."
Yuuka, who had been watching with barely hidden amusement at watching Issei move his body, burst into uncontrollable laughter.
"Pfft—! AHAHAHAHAHA!" She clutched her stomach, tears in her eyes. "I knew it! You didn't even last an hour!"
Tamamo covered her mouth with her sleeve, giggling gracefully.
"Ara~! How cute~!"
Ddraig let out a long, tired sigh.
"This is going to take a while."
Issei groaned, his face still pressed into the dirt.
'Maybe I should've started with something lighter…' Issei's breath came in ragged gasps, his limbs burning with exhaustion.
His weighted clothing felt twice as heavy now, every movement requiring ten times more effort than when he started. Still, he refused to stop.
His body screamed in protest, but his pride, his determination—his sheer stubbornness— pushed him forward.
'One more set. Just one more.'
His arms trembled as he forced himself into another push-up. His strength gave out.
Issei collapsed onto the ground, panting.
A warm, gentle glow enveloped his body.
The burning pain in his muscles slowly faded, replaced by a cool, soothing sensation.
Tamamo's soft hands hovered over his back, her magic washing over him like a gentle tide.
"My, my~! You really overdid it, darling." Her voice was sweet, teasing, but laced with genuine concern.
Issei grumbled into the dirt. "I… was fine."
Tamamo poked his cheek. "No, you weren't~!"
Yuuka, arms crossed, smirked from the sidelines. "You literally collapsed face-first. Again."
Sakura, still hugging her plushie, tilted her head. "Papa, are you okay?"
Issei groaned. "No, Sakura. Papa's just… temporarily malfunctioning."
She nodded very seriously. "Mama Tamamo will fix you!"
Tamamo giggled, running her fingers through his hair. "That's right, my little fox~! Leave it to me~!"
Issei sighed, enjoying the brief moment of comfort.
"Enough resting. We're not done yet, partner." Ddraig's deep, gruff voice echoed in his mind.
Issei mentally groaned. 'Seriously? Give me a break.'
"If you have the energy to complain, you have the energy to improve."
Issei grumbled, pushing himself up. "Alright, alright. What now?"
Sherri's calm, calculating voice joined in. "Your stamina is still weak. You push too hard in bursts but lack endurance for extended combat."
Ddraig hummed in agreement. "Your strength is improving but at the moment we should just focus on it."
Issei frowned. "So what? Just keep training until I drop?"
Tamamo grinned, eyes twinkling mischievously. "Oh, don't worry, darling~! I have an idea~!"
Before Issei could question her—
She raised her hand, and a glowing sigil formed in the air. "Catch!"
A small, dark orb shot toward him.
Issei barely had time to react—his body jerked to the side, dodging by pure reflex.
His eyes widened. "Oi! What the hell?!"
Tamamo giggled. "It's just a harmless curse~! Your challenge is to dodge or deflect them! Let's see how well you do, darling~!"
Issei cursed under his breath.
"Fine! Bring it on!"
The moment the words left his mouth, Tamamo's sigils flared to life.
Several small orbs of magic shot toward him—fast, unpredictable, erratic.
Issei ducked, rolled, and swatted them away with his arms, barely managing to keep up.
His weighted clothing made it harder to move, but he gritted his teeth and forced his body to react.
Tamamo tilted her head. "Not bad, darling~! But what about this?"
A faster, spiraling orb came from his blind spot.
Issei turned—too slow.
BAM!
It hit his stomach with a dull thud, sending him staggering back.
Yuuka snorted. "Wow. Impressive. You lasted a whole minute." But soon gets up with Sakura and comes closer to check if he was alright.
Sakura gasped. "Mama Tamamo wins!"
Issei clutched his stomach, groaning. "Damn it… I'll get better."
Tamamo smiled softly, lowering her hand.
"Of course you will, darling~! That's why we're here."
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Home, Night
The night had settled in fully, the cool evening air drifting through the open window, carrying the faint scent of night-blooming flowers. The house was quiet, the usual chaos of the day replaced by a comfortable stillness.
And in the center of it all, Issei lay collapsed on the couch, utterly drained.
His body ached from head to toe, the weight of his new training regimen pressing down on every muscle.
But despite the exhaustion, a small, satisfied smile tugged at his lips. Because he wasn't alone.
Tamamo sat to his right, her delicate fingers running through his hair, each stroke sending a soothing warmth through his scalp.
To his left, Yuuka stretched out lazily, her head resting against his shoulder, her body comfortably pressed against his.
And on his lap, Sakura sat curled up, hugging her plushie, watching him with big, curious eyes.
She tilted her head. "Did Papa win?"
Issei let out a weak laugh. "Not even close."
Sakura blinked. Then, with all the adorable seriousness of a child trying to comfort an injured warrior, she patted his cheek.
"You'll win next time!"
Tamamo giggled, her golden eyes sparkling. "Fufufu~! That's right! My dear husband just needs more practice~!"
Yuuka, ever the smug one, smirked as she leaned into him further. "Or maybe he should just accept that he sucks and give up."
Issei groaned, letting his head fall back against the couch. "Thanks for the support, Yuuka."
Yuuka's smirk remained, but her eyes softened slightly. "You're getting stronger, though. Little by little."
Issei blinked, turning his head slightly toward her. "...You think so?"
Yuuka gave a small nod, her usual teasing replaced by something more genuine.
Tamamo leaned closer, resting her warm head on his shoulder. "Of course, darling~! That's why we're here—to help you get stronger. To support you."
Issei exhaled, his gaze drifting to the ceiling.
For a moment, he simply listened—to the gentle rhythm of breathing, to the soft hum of the night, to the presence of the people who had chosen to stay with him. "You know… I have to get stronger."
Tamamo and Yuuka watched him closely, sensing the shift in his tone.
He clenched his fists, his knuckles whitening. "I remember how weak I was against Kotomine. That bastard beat me like I was nothing. I couldn't do a damn thing against that golden bastard, either." His voice tightened, frustration bleeding through. "I don't ever want to feel that useless again."
Silence.
Tamamo's fingers paused in his hair. Yuuka's grip on his arm tightened ever so slightly.
Then Yuuka exhaled, her smirk fading into something far more serious. "I get it."
Issei turned his head to her, noticing the way her eyes flickered with memories she didn't like recalling.
She looked down for a moment, then back up, her expression resolute. "I also don't ever want to see you that hurt again."
Issei's breath caught for a second.
Yuuka's smirk returned, softer this time. "You know what? Tomorrow, I'll join you. I don't want to be defenseless like I was when that serial killer attacked us."
Tamamo nodded, her usual playful tone replaced with something genuine. "Know that we will be with you and support you, always."
Issei felt his chest tighten. For a long moment, he just lay there, staring at them. Then he smiled. A real, grateful smile. "Thanks, you two."
Sakura clapped her hands excitedly. "Papa's gonna be super strong!"
Tamamo giggled, pulling Issei just a little closer. "Of course~! My darling is going to be invincible!"
Yuuka smirked. "Eventually."
Issei groaned, rolling his eyes. "Way to ruin the moment, Yuuka."
Laughter filled the room.
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Morning
The world was pain. Issei groggily regained consciousness, but immediately regretted it. His entire body screamed in protest. Muscles ached, his limbs felt like solid lead, and even breathing seemed like an unnecessary struggle.
'Everything hurts.' His mind fogged over with regret, replaying last night's training in his head. 'Dodge the curses, Issei. You can do it, Issei. Don't be pathetic, Issei.' His past self was an idiot. And his current self was paying the price. But before he could even process his suffering.
A mischievous, sing-song voice floated above him.
"Ara~! My darling seems to be in great pain~!" Tamamo's teasing tone carried far too much amusement for someone witnessing his absolute misery.
At the foot of the bed, Yuuka sat casually stretching, already getting ready for the day.
She crossed her arms and smirked down at him. "What a surprise. Our idiot who overexerted himself is now suffering the consequences."
Issei let out a weak groan and attempted to sit up. It was a horrible mistake.
"GAAAH—!" His entire upper body seized up, and he flopped back down like a dead fish.
Tamamo giggled behind her sleeve. "Would you like some assistance, darling~?"
Issei groaned into the pillow. "Yeah. Please help me, Tamamo."
Tamamo's hands started glowing, a warm, gentle energy flowing from her fingertips as she ran them over his sore muscles. "Fufufu~! My dear husband needs me so much~!"
Issei sighed in relief, feeling the magic ease the stiffness in his body.
Then Yuuka scoffed from her spot against the wall. "Tch. You're too soft on him, Tamamo."
She tilted her head, smirking. "I have a much better recovery method."
Issei raised an eyebrow. "Oh? What is it?"
Yuuka grinned, then patted her lap. "Simple. Just sit here forever. You'll never have to move again."
Issei blinked. His eyes flickered to her heavenly legs.
His mind immediately conjured an image of himself resting on the softest lap pillow ever. "…That's not a bad idea."
Yuuka's smirk widened. "This way, you won't be sore anymore."
Tamamo laughed. "Ara~! Yuuka-chan, are you trying to monopolize my husband?~"
Yuuka gave her a slow, challenging stare. "Maybe."
Issei gulped.
He could feel the atmosphere shift.
But before he could fully process his impending doom. The bedroom door swung open.
"PAPA!" Like a small, giggling missile, Sakura launched herself onto his chest.
Pain.
Unimaginable pain.
Issei's entire soul left his body as a shockwave of agony surged through his already broken frame. "GAAAAAH—SAKURA, I'M DYING—"
Sakura tilted her head, completely oblivious to the murder she just committed. "But I wanted to wake Papa up for breakfast!"
Issei coughed weakly. "I appreciate the effort… but you may have just finished me off."
Tamamo hummed, clearly entertained. "Ara~! Maybe we should let Sakura-chan wake you up like this every morning~?"
Yuuka snorted. "If that is enough to finish him off, maybe he should give up trying to get stronger."
Issei groaned. 'They're all trying to kill me.'
But just when he thought it couldn't get worse. A cheerful, knowing voice floated in from the open doorway.
"So, how was last night?~"
The entire room went silent.
Tamamo beamed. "Ara~! Mother-in-law, good morning~!"
Yuuka raised an eyebrow. "You say that as if something actually happened."
Miki giggled, leaning against the doorframe. "Oh, but the way my son looks right now~! I can only imagine how much… 'activity' happened last night!"
Issei choked on his own spit. "MOM, WHY?!"
Miki patted his head affectionately. "No need to be embarrassed, sweetie. You're a growing young man! I fully support all of your endeavors~!"
Issei wanted to die.
Tamamo smiled innocently. "Fufufu~! I'm honored by your support, Mother-in-law~!"
Yuuka snickered as she leaned down and gave Issei a quick kiss. "Issei's suffering is my entertainment. Now let's go down for breakfast."
Sakura clapped her hands excitedly. "Yay! Breakfast time!"
Issei could only smile.
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Kuoh Academy
The morning light was soft yet unforgiving as Issei dragged himself out of the house, still reeling from last night. His body is still recovering from exhaustion.
Beside him, Yuuka and Misuki walked with a mix of amusement and concern, their eyes taking in the familiar sight of Kuoh Academy. A building that seemed almost out of place compared to the rest of the town.
Misuki hummed thoughtfully, her tone gentle. "So this is the school… It looks well-maintained."
Yuuka, ever the skeptic, scanned the school with a raised eyebrow. "A bit too fancy. What's the catch?"
Issei's face flushed with residual pain as sweat trickled down his temple. He mumbled, "Uh, well… It used to be a rich all-girls school."
At that, both women stopped in their tracks and slowly turned to him. Yuuka's eyes narrowed in curiosity. "It was. What changed?"
Issei shrugged awkwardly, running a hand over his unkempt hair. "Don't know. Simply that last year they made it coed." He added with a wry grin, "And since then, it's been a guy's dream to enter—as it has more female students than guys."
Misuki sighed knowingly, a soft smile on her lips as she regarded him. "Ah. So that's the reason you entered."
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They soon made their way through the ornate front gate. Issei, lost in his own thoughts, failed to notice the few curious glances of female students along the walkway. They whispered among themselves, eyes sparkling with mischief and suspicion—wondering who these two captivating women were with the infamous pervert and if their presence had anything to do with the latest rumors.
No sooner had Issei stepped into the main hall, he was abruptly pulled aside. A familiar pair of glinting glasses, unmistakable in its authority, appeared in his path.
"Hyoudou~!" Aika Kiryuu's voice rang out as she stepped forward with a shark-like grin. Behind her, Matsuda and Motohama loomed like hangers-on, their expressions on outrage.
Issei's heart sank. "Oh no." He thought, the familiar dread coiling in his stomach.
Kiryuu's grin widened as she practically circled him. "So~! Who's the new girl?"
Before he could muster a response, Matsuda grabbed his shoulders, shaking him roughly. "Is this your girlfriend that you've been lying to us about?"
Motohama adjusted his glasses, his eyes flashing with intensity. "This changes everything! The same Mizukame who made your bento?!"
Issei opened his mouth, desperate for an excuse, but his words were cut off as a small crowd of curious female students began forming around them. Their whispers swelled into overlapping questions:
"Why is a girl hanging around him?"
"Is she okay? Does she need help?"
"Wait. Is she one of his victims?!"
The murmur of accusation grew louder until Issei sputtered out loud, his voice trembling with frustration. "I'M NOT A CRIMINAL!"
From a little distance away, Yuuka clapped her hands, drawing attention with deliberate precision. Her tone was protective. "Can you please leave my boyfriend alone?"
The sudden declaration sent a ripple through the gathered crowd, and before long, everyone shouted.
"BOYFRIEND!!"
Aika Kiryuu, clearly enjoying the spectacle, patted Issei's arm with a smug grin. "Well, well, Hyoudou. Looks like today is going to be fun~!"
Soon the girls start screaming that it was impossible for the perverted Beast to have a girlfriend.
"What? No way! There's no way she actually likes him!"
"She must be brainwashed! Someone save her!"
"I KNEW IT! Hyoudou has been using forbidden perverted magic all along!"
While the few male students look in disbelief.
"I-Issei… got a girlfriend? How…?"
"The balance of the world has been disturbed!"
"I need to try harder… if a pervert like him can get a girl, there's hope for all of us!"
"HYODOU, YOU LUCKY BASTARD!" Matsuda & Motohama screamed, their faces red with jealousy.
Matsuda grabbed his head, trembling. "This… this isn't fair…!"
Motohama adjusted his glasses dramatically. "Reality itself is crumbling!"
Issei, still processing the sheer insanity around him, twitched violently. "Oi, why does everyone act like this is a damn apocalypse?!"
Kiryuu, seeing the chaos, placed a firm hand on Issei's shoulder, leaning in with a grin that spelled doom. "So~!" she sang, her smirk widening. "How did a legendary pervert like you pull this off? Did you win a lottery or something?"
Issei twitched. "Oi! I didn't—!"
Kiryuu ignored him, turning to Yuuka instead. "Alright, spill. What's the catch? Blackmail? Bribery? Mind control?"
Yuuka frowned, her gaze sharpening.
For a second, the teasing amusement in her emerald eyes faded, replaced by something colder.
She leaned against Issei, looping an arm around his. "Issei would never do that." Her voice was calm, firm. "Please stop accusing him with these false lies."
The serious tone in her voice caught some of the students off guard. Even Kiryuu raised an eyebrow.
Yuuka wasn't playing around.
Even Issei, still reeling from the ridiculous accusations, felt a small pang of gratitude at how genuine her words were. "Yuuka…"
Of course before the chaos continued.
A familiar click of heels against the polished floor sent a chill through the air.
The murmuring crowd stiffened.
"Enough." The voice was calm. Cold. Commanding.
The sea of students parted instinctively, revealing Sona Sitri and her ever-present right hand, Tsubaki Shinra.
Sona adjusted her glasses, her sharp violet eyes scanning the mob with clear disapproval. "What is the meaning of this disturbance?" she asked, her voice deadpan.
Tsubaki, standing at her side, simply sighed. "Of course Hyoudou is involved."
Issei groaned. "That's not fair! It's not always my fault!"
Sona gave him a blank stare. "Every time I hear chaos, there's an 80% chance you're involved, Hyoudou."
'Okay, that was fair.'
Sona pinched the bridge of her nose. "The noise level in this hall was unacceptable. If this happens again, there will be punishments."
Immediately, the students scattered like cockroaches.
Matsuda and Motohama ran away before Sona could glare at them.
Aika saluted Issei before slipping into the crowd, still grinning.
Yuuka simply watched the scene unfold, unfazed. "So efficient." she commented.
Sona turned to her. "And you are…?"
Yuuka smirked. "Yuuka Hana. Issei's girlfriend."
Tsubaki blinked.
Sona's eyebrow twitched as she found the reason for the chaos. "…I see."
Before she could say anything else, Misuki stepped forward.
"And I am her mother, Misuki Hana." She introduced herself politely.
Sona simply bowed in acknowledgement and greeting. "I see. Issei has already informed me about this. Hana-san, please come with me so we can proceed with the enrollment paperwork."
Yuuka gave Issei one last smile before following her mother and the Student Council toward an office.
Issei exhaled heavily. "Finally, some peace." Soon Issei dragged himself toward his classroom.