The next morning, Seijirou yawned, stretching his arms above his head.
He had enjoyed a deep, restorative sleep thanks to Retsu's acupuncture, and he had also went back to Suzune and Aiko's home to have dinner and ....'deserts'.
He adjusted the collar of his pristine Shunji High school uniform, opened the door, and stepped out onto his front porch.
"Boss!"
"Oh, you're awake already?"
"We thought we'd have to wake you up."
He blinked, still slightly groggy, and focused on the voices.
There, entering his front gates, their energy vibrant and loud even this early, were his friends.
There was Renji, his pompadour impossibly perfect and fully restored, his strong build showing no sign of his recent severe beating.
He walked with a swagger that suggested he was already back to 100%.
Next to him was Sakai, the perpetually hungry fatty, already loudly munching on a family-sized bag of sour cream and onion potato chips, his uniform straining slightly over his frame.
