Nobara's a friend now.

The day was ending, and the duo were back at Jujutsu College after a long day. They hadn't found any Cursed Spirits, which was both a good and a bad thing.

Keito could be seen walking aimlessly through the corridors of the school. He had just taken a shower, and gotten dressed with fresh new clothes that made him look elegant. The opposite of what he really was.

While his body was taking him somewhere, his mind could only think of what had transpired earlier today. His hand could perfectly recall the softness of Nobara's thighs, his mouth the fullness of her lips and their taste. The way she blankly stared ahead, completely under his control and malleable to his will.

He was starting to get a boner again. He hadn't pushed her too far, since he knew from experience that pushing too hard would instantly snap the subject awake. It was frustrating, but he could always get back to work by saying her trigger-phrase.

Although, using it right now wouldn't be particularly useful. Based on empirical data he had gathered, the correct way to throughly brainwash someone was to start with some light commands and suggestions. Then, he had to push the subjects according to the degree of control he had over them.

For example, with the suggestions he had implanted in Nobara's ****, he should try to get her in his room and hug her or something. Push the boundaries of her mind before establishing new limits.

As fate would have it, Keito ran into Nobara as he took a corner. The two bumped into each other, foreheads colliding with a dull thud. Nobara groaned while Keito hissed in pain. Once she got her bearings, Nobara gasped, "I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention! Please forgive me!"

Keito decided to try out how much she had changed and put a hand on her shoulder. An innocuous action, especially between classmates, but nonetheless one that Nobara would have definitely frowned upon. "It's fine, no harm done."

The girl beamed in happiness, and at that moment Keito knew he had won. He was the one in total control of the situation and of their relationship, it was only a matter of time before he had her right where he wanted.

Feeling bold, Keito stepped forwards and the reassuring pat on the shoulder turned into a tight hug. Nobara blinked, some part of her mind reeling in disgust, but soon found herself wrapping her arms around him and hugging tightly as well.

Keito's hands rested on her lower back, and he savoured the feeling of her chest pressed tightly against his. Even through clothes, he could tell that she had exceptionally soft breasts that he couldn't wait to get his hands on.

Regrettably, before the hug went from friendly to intimate, Keito broke away and looked at her face. She was mildly blushing, unable to meet his gaze. He supposed that a part of her knew that they shouldn't have done that, but that it was too far gone to influence her.

"Now seems like a good time to say it." Nobara said, eyes glued to the floor, "But I'm really sorry about the way I welcomed you here. I should have been much more understanding, but I gave you the cold shoulder for a week straight. I want to make it up to you."

"You can make it up to me by being my friend, it's much more than enough. I'd be happy to hear you calling me a friend." Keito said, watching where this was all going. Nobara looked up, hopeful, "If that's all, then I want you to know that you're my friend, Kumi."

Keito smiled; time to deliver the final blow, "Please don't call me Kumi. Just call me Keito." Calling someone by their first name is a sign of deep closeness in Japanese culture, in case you didn't know.

Nobara hesitated, but soon she made up her mind, "Sure, Keito." She said the name like she was testing how it sounded on her tongue. "But then, I insist, call me Nobara as well."

He chuckled, "Very well, Nobara. I think it's the start of a wonderful friendship."