The final bell rang through the hallways of Seihou High like a liberating clarion call, signaling the end of another grueling school day, although this one hadn't been as bad.

Students erupted from their desks in a wave of chaos, chairs scraping back with a collective screech that filled the air, bags being zipped and slung over shoulders, conversations exploding in bursts of laughter and shouts as groups formed and dispersed.

The room smelled of chalk dust, sweat-soaked uniforms, and the faint lingering scent of cafeteria lunch—greasy fries and overcooked rice—clinging to everyone's clothes.

Renji sat for a moment longer than usual, his pen still hovering over the last note he had scribbled in his history book, the words blurring slightly as he blinked away the fatigue from a day that had been strangely, unexpectedly normal.

He watched as his classmates streamed out, Kaito leading the pack with his usual swagger, shoulder-checking a first-year who got in his way, while his lackeys followed like shadows.

Haru was the last to go, slinging his bag over one shoulder with a blank expression, glancing at Renji as he passed. He didn't say anything.

Renji wasn't expecting him to.

Once he was alone, he stood slowly, the wooden desk creaking under his hands as he pushed back, his uniform shirt sticking to his back from the stuffy room air, tie loose around his neck like a noose he couldn't wait to remove.

He slung his bag over his shoulder and headed for the exit, the soles of his shoes squeaking on the polished linoleum floor.

As he passed the shoe lockers, he couldn't help but replay the day in his mind, the normalcy of it all feeling almost surreal after the weekend's and Monday's depravity.

No tripping in the halls, no notes shoved into his locker with threats, no Kaito cornering him in the bathroom with his fists. Just classes, notes, a few questions answered correctly, and Haru's speechless stares.

Well, Renji wasn't going to complain. An ordinary day was better than an eventful one with tragedies.

He stepped out into the courtyard, the late afternoon sun slanting low and golden, casting long shadows from the cherry trees that lined the path.

There were still students milling around, groups laughing, bikes unlocking with metallic clinks, the occasional shout of "See you tomorrow!" floating on the breeze.

Renji weaved through the crowd, his mind drifting to lunch in the cafeteria.

Yes, just as he had promised, he had sat with Hitomi.

It had been… nice. Genuinely nice.

For the first time in days, he had forgotten about the Milf Note tucked in his bag, forgotten about the throbbing need in his pants, forgotten about the sex marathon of the last few days.

He had laughed at her joke about the principal's (her mother's) strict dress code, had shared his bento with her when she forgot hers, had even felt a strange warmth when she blushed and thanked him.

His balls were still dried up, hanging limp and spent, so the thought of dragging Haruka to the bathroom for recess relief hadn't even crossed his mind.

And now, looking back, he realized it had been a nice school day for once—no bullying, no whispered insults from Kaito's group, just learning, notes, and the quiet satisfaction of acing a pop quiz in economics.

Even more, no expulsion for getting caught fucking a teacher. That one was a relief. Heh.

But normal wasn't revenge.

He still had work to do, and to make sure his act didn't start to seem suspicious, he needed to commit to it.

Renji flagged a cab at the gate, sliding into the back seat with a soft thud. "Sunshine Center, please," he said.

The cab pulled away from the school, tires crunching over loose gravel and traveled through the roads to the place where his main target always was.

Renji leaned back and wondered how they were doing there.

It had been a while. Well, it was just four days, but because he'd been so busy with the Note's conquests and milf's pussies, he'd forgotten about the place totally.

The cab rattled through the suburbs, buildings blurring past, the sun dipping lower to paint the sky in oranges and pinks, and Renji felt a strange nostalgia for the place, the smell of paint and crayons.

He couldn't lie that despite his reasons for going there, he kinda liked the camaraderie of the place. They were like a family, and they'd welcomed him with open hands.

It was the one thing in his life that felt clean.

The cab stopped with a soft brake squeak outside the Sunshine Center, the building a cheerful two-story structure.

'Oh.' Renji noticed the new colorful murals on the walls. Stick-figure kids holding hands under a giant sun.

'That's cute.'

He paid the driver with a crumpled bill, stepped out into the warm evening air scented with freshly cut grass from the small playground, and walked up the path.

Mrs Hoshizawa appeared in the doorway.

Renji froze. 'She's early today.'

A smile brightened up her beautiful face. "Hello Renji."

Today, her purple hair was tied in a loose ponytail, her breasts tight against her blouse and her thighs straining the jeans she wore as she leaned against the frame.

She was dressed casually today.

"Hello, Mrs. Hoshizawa," Renji replied.

Butterflies erupted in his belly, a fluttering storm that started low in his gut and spread upward, making his chest tighten and his breath catch in his throat.

It was the same sensation he had felt that first day when he "saved" her from Bunji's bike, when their eyes locked with each other on the floor.

Seeing her now, after all this time, sent those wings beating wildly, a mix of nervousness and excitement that made his palms sweat and his heart race like he was a kid again, not the mastermind who had claimed half the school's moms.

Her smile widened and the warmth bloomed in him like sunlight breaking through clouds— a soft, spreading heat that started in his chest and radiated outward, making his fingers tingle and his skin flush.

It made him feel a certain way again, that warmth, like slipping into a hot bath after a cold day, comforting and familiar, wrapping around his heart and squeezing just enough to remind him of the innocence he had lost somewhere along the way.

Hana had always been different from the others—the first real target, the one who had started it all with her grateful hugs and motherly care, and now, seeing her, it stirred something deep inside him that wasn't just lust.

It was nostalgia, a yearning for the boy he used to be, the one who drew pictures for orphaned kids instead of plotting to fuck their moms.

Even though that was just four days ago.

It was stupid, but Renji realized that he was in big trouble.

Because he was falling in love.

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