Get cleaned up, and figure things out!

"So uh." Kiyotaka murmured as the water turned off. "You said you wanted to talk about "what we are" later. Would now be fine, or would you like me to wait on that?" His arms grasped at a towel as he began to dry himself off, while Peko put her glasses back on, towel already wrapped around her body.

"It's..complicated. I suppose now would be the best time to explain myself. How much do you know about the Kuzuryu Clan?"

The Kuzuryu Clan was the largest criminal syndicate in the nation, with a membership of over thirty thousand members. Both of the heirs to it were at Hope's Peak, in fact. Suddenly, Kiyotaka's thoughts began to leap from "relationship issues" to questions such as "Is Peko betrothed to her classmate, Fuyuhiko? Is she in a torrid situationship with Natsumi, the reserve course student? Or are both likely to kill me for having sexual relations with Peko?"

"Ah-a little bit." He spoke, his gaze suddenly moving to avoid Peko's.

"I'm an affiliate. From this moment on, I'll do my best to ensure you have the Kuzuryu Family's backing." She spoke plainly, with just a bit of steel in her tone. "You don't need to worry about them doing anything to you, Kiyo. However, I have certain obligations to the family that I can't simply leave behind for you. My classmate- the Ultimate Yakuza. I'm his personal bodyguard, enforcer, and aide. There will be times when I am needed by him, and I hope that my friendship with him does not...upset you."

"I'm friends with Mondo, despite how odd it might seem." Kiyotaka interjected. "I'll be friends with Fuyuhiko too, then! And Natsumi. You don't have to worry about that! I just thought-"

"That they'd kill you for touching me?"

"Well, yeah."

"After I dragged you into this?" She laughed. "I'm the one at fault here, Kiyotaka. You've got nothing to worry about."

Actually, if they find out I used the Notebook for this, I'm very much dead. You'd probably have the right to kill me, honestly. I'm glad you like me? Fuck. Fuck.

Peko opened her towel.

"You zone out when you're worried." She spoke, gesturing to herself. "And you bite your lip when you're scared. But you always get so loud when you're passionate about something. If anyone were going to do something to you, do you think I would have stripped down and made myself **** before you?"

"Pretty sure you could have killed me even while naked."

"Well, yes, but- you understand what I mean, don't you?" She stared. "As of today, you and anyone you're friends with is under my protection. I don't know if I can be your "girlfriend" publicly, but I'd love to get to know you better outside of just sexual activities. Is that possible?"

"Of course." Kiyotaka conceded. He had used the note to get here, but he could always start new friendships and relationships outside of that. "I think I've got your number somewhere in my contacts folder- the school allows me access to the records in case of emergency."

"Then, can I have yours?" Peko asked, gesturing as he nodded, shooting her a text as she got dressed. "Thank you. I'll see you later." Out she went after adjusting her skirt, leaving Kiyotaka alone in the locker room with his thoughts, his clothes, and-

The notebook wasn't where he'd placed it.

"Kiyotaka?" The ever familiar voice of another woman asked, as Kirumi Tojo, the Ultimate Maid leaned against the doorway connecting the showers to the weight room, still in her gym clothes, with the Sex Note in her hands. "Are you decent? I'd like to have a conversation with you, now that you're finished with Peko."