Seijirou let out a long, slow yawn, the morning air crisp and cool against his skin as he navigated the familiar route to Saint Shinomiya Highschool.
Yesterday had been an anomaly in his usually chaotic life.
Unlike their usual rowdy celebrations, the "welcome home" party hadn't lasted until the break of dawn.
By the time the moon was high, the house had grown quiet. The girls, usually so eager for his attention, had collectively decided to play the role of strict guardians.
They had practically shooed him toward his bedroom, insisting that he not exert himself so soon after being discharged from the ICU.
For the girls—Suzune, Yukina, and the others—it was a matter of genuine, protective worry.
They saw the lingering paleness in his face that he tried to hide with his Ki.
