I just want a bit part in your life

If anyone was concerned after seeing Vanessa's post - I'm still alive. Being stomped on hasn't really assisted my recovery from the aforementioned gunshot wounds, but it could have been much worse.

Three labors down, twelve to go.

...I wish I could explain myself. I have a reason! If they knew why I was doing this, I know they'd agree it's more important than their inns or their labs or their collars. I just - if I explain, I've broken my agreement, and it's all for naught. It's too important to let it all be for naught.

((Cuddy's underwear is next. Arc, do you want to start interfering?))

Haruto and I will be going out to dinner. Is that - that's a date, right? I mean, I asked right after confessing to him, so it should be a date instead of a friendly outing, I think. But if it's a date, does that mean we're dating? Or is going out on a date different from dating?

Do I pay? Is that treating him like a girl? But I'm the one who invited him out, shouldn't I pay?

Am I supposed to walk him home? How do you walk someone home when they're on a different world?

I've never done this before, I don't know what to do!

...I just want to not mess this up. I want to be able to make him happy.

Issei was not exactly at his most alert after waking up, and certainly not at his most alert after waking up after passing out from stress and exhaustion. (He really hadn't gotten enough sleep when he was at Shirou's house. That could have been a problem.)

Thus, when he noticed that he was curled up - snuggling, really - with someone who hadn't been there the night before, he wasn't nearly as startled as he should have been. Mostly, he was just confused. "...Is that you, Haruto?"

Whoever decided to dye my school uniform pink? It wasn't funny. I have to set an example for other students, and that includes abiding by the dress code.