"Hey, Ashikaga," I said when he finally returned to the living room with tea, plates and cutlery to go along with our cakes.

"You're still talking?" he sighed as he poured me a cup (for a delinquent he was oddly considerate for matters like this).

I tsked, raising my teacup to my mouth and blowing on it. "Don't be a jerk. I know you're happy having me in your company."

"Yeah," he said, taking his own seat. "Happy."

I ignored his ulterior implication. "Do you have any siblings?"

We'd begun to dig into our delicious baked goods (which were to die for, mind you), so it took a while for Koga to voice a response.

"Why?"

"Just curious," I said.

His mouth moved between bites, careful, as if in consideration. Then, all at once, his expression collapsed to one of utter fear. I blinked in confusion as he dropped his head and shook it vigorously.

"N-no. No sister. None. Doesn't and never will exist in my life."

"Sister...?" I echoed. "So you have a sister?"

Koga stiffened and gawked at me as if shocked that I had figured that out.

"I-I told you she doesn't exist!" he stuttered with an extended finger. "We're strangers!"

I cocked an eyebrow. The hell? Why was he so scared? Almost as freaked out as when we were with the SC lunatics.

"Okay," I relented despite wanting to ask further questions. "No sister."

Koga relaxed as he set his hand by his side. In evident embarrassment to his outburst, colour made its way to his cheeks as he practically devoured the cakes. He even gulped his scorching tea—leaving wincing intakes of air after every swallow—before scrambling to his feet to retrieve his bag.

"L-let's get started!" he said, reaching for the sheets and slamming them onto the table.

As I threw the last of my delicious cheesecake into my mouth, I sheepishly smiled and picked myself up.

"Um, before we do, can I take a leak?"

"A what?"

"I need to urinate," I vocalized, confused he didn't get it the first time. "Please direct me to your toilet."

Koga's features scrunched up in disgust. "You are a girl, right?"

I glanced down at my chest and admired my rack. I picked up my head and flashed him a smile. "I definitely am. Why?"

Koga shook his head with an exasperated sigh. "It's upstairs," he said. "First door to the right."

I adhered to his instructions and with another thankful smile, I made my way up his staircase. It was dark at the top so I had to slap around for the light switch, and when I finally turned it on, I headed to the first door in my path. Twisting the knob, I pushed it open and turned on the light. When I did though, what was waiting to greet me was not a washroom.

My eyelids fluttered in confusion as I poked my head around the messy bedroom. Scattered newspapers and magazines were strewn all over the floors and bed. When I approached the magazine and the model on the cover, confusion welled up inside of me. I flipped it open and gasped. A naked girl. I shut the magazines at once, eyes wider than saucers.

Blinking rapidly, I returned my gaze onto the cover where a pretty lady was stripped down to an exfoliating bra and thin underwear then down to the box where it contained similar magazines.

I was struck by lightning.

Koga really was a pervert! He denied having porn under his bed but he really read this kind of stuff!

I set the magazine into the box in newfound disgust. She was waving her thing-thongs around like she owned the place! I mean, she was gorgeous and made me and my tiny rack feel all the more inferior, but this was offensive! Why was it so compulsory for boys to drool over this kind of stuff? Let alone drool, they probably did questionably indecent things to this, too...

I gagged at the idea. Damn. Hormones were a scary thing.

Realizing I was gawking at the magazine cover in a not so subtle manner, I buried it at once. I coughed to clear my thoughts and shoved the box back underneath his bed, knowing that was where he'd most likely want to keep it.

As I picked myself up to head towards the washroom, something crunched beneath my feet. I glanced down, hoping it wasn't another horrifyingly revealing naked image only to be puzzled as a result. I bent over to scoop up the tiny slip of newspaper, squinting at the font. My eyebrows shot up in surprise.

'The Student Council's Secret May Be More Terrifying Than We Deem.'

My fingers trembled. Wait, what?

My eyes glazed over the article—from Rokura High—and the potential hypothesis or really, fact, that the gods and goddess of the school weren't so perfect after all.

In frenzy, I hurried towards his bed and picked up another splayed out against his pillow.

'Principal-Punching Transfer Student and Peeping Tom Are New Recruits; What Does That Mean for the Future of the SC?'

My gaze left the picture of me and Koga and settled on the bottom half of the page. November 7th? That was yesterday! And the writer of this article... Sakura Kayano? That witch wrote it anyway!

Every single paper I'd glazed through from there had something to do with the Student Council, all written by that annoying newsgirl. I'd subconsciously crumpled the newspaper in my fingers, until my eyes collapsed on the barely-legible writing underneath her name. Wait, 'co-written by?' Somebody on that damn Newspaper Department helped her come up with all these lies?

I squinted in an attempt to decipher it. "KA–JM?" Was that anonymous? Someone anonymous was working with Sakura?

"Oh crap, Yonamine. The washroom is on the left not right—"

My heart dropped to my gut, my back shooting up straight. Sweat trickled down my face at once as I dropped the papers in my hands, them crashing to the floor in a clutter.

Oh fudge.

"What are you doing?" Koga bellowed, stomping up to me. His octave was more booming than ever, echoing off the cyan coloured walls (which I'd say was a really nice choice if I weren't too fixated on my impending doom in the moments to come).

"Trying to use the washroom...?" I feebly responded.

He was quiet, but even I knew that wouldn't last. My eyes darted to the window. I should jump out now before he killed me for unintentionally snooping. I could fracture my everything so he wouldn't be able to get the answers (and the truth that I knew about his love for porn) out of me!

Just as I made a run for it, content with the idea, I was snatched by my collar until I was hanging limp in the air. I was carried like that outside despite my kicking legs. And when I'd seen his unparalleled rage consuming every nook and cranny in his now close-up face, I swallowed hard.

"In my defence," I said, "you're the suspicious one having those articles everywhere."

Koga flinched, but quickly regained himself. "Th-those... My sister's apart of the club so she stashes them. That's all."

"Your sister?" My jaw plummeted to the ground. "Sakura Kayano—"

"Hell no!" he snapped. "Just drop it, okay?"

He promptly threw me back onto my feet, and I rubbed my throat from the burning sensation that lingered from the fabric rubbing against it. Koga crossed his arms, eyebrows furrowed.

"Wait," I pressed, perking. "Are you saying those vulgar magazines belong to your sister, too? She stares at those mature girls' thing-thongs and soft-shelled tacos—"

Koga flushes a deep red. "I don't know what you're saying but of course not!"

I gasped as a result. "Hold on, Ashikaga, are you implying that she... you know what's... to them, too—"

"Yonamine!"

I knew ahead of time I was sealing my own fate by running my mouth. But honestly, what was new?

Anger and embarrassment soaked his countenance. He scoffed, shooting me a scowl of doom. "Look, you've overstayed your welcome," he snapped, once again snagging me by the collar and leaving me no room for rebuttal. "Leave that SC stuff to me and get the hell out of my house."