I think Peko is the "safer" bet.

Peko Pekoyama

It was a "safe" bet. Sayaka, though both the Ultimate Idol and a classmate closer in proximity, was someone who'd be endangered career-wise if any sexual escapades occurred. His friendships within Class 78 would be in tatters, and he'd be driving a selfish wedge between the others. Meanwhile, Peko Pekoyama was someone who, while intimidating, had her own network of friends and social links that he was only vaguely aware of.

As such, he didn't feel the need to add any limiters or restrictions. He doubted the book even really worked at all. In fact- yes. He really had been panicking over nothing. Kiyotaka breathed a mental sigh of relief, even as he stood up. There were only a few minutes left, but he had enough time to do a final checkup of the rooms on the first floor.

The nurse's office was appropriately supplied, and the stammering nurse at the front assured him that there was nothing to fear. Good!

The hallways were spick and span- obviously, whoever had been tasked with cleaning them in the mornings had done well. Great!

The gym was already active.

As Kiyotaka Ishimaru walked past the trophy case and peered into the Gymnasium, he found an auspicious sight. Namely, several of Hope's Peak's greatest athletic talents doing stretches. From Aoi Asahina, the ultimate swimmer and Akane Owari, the Ultimate Gymnast, to Tenko Chabashira and Kirumi Tojo- all in matching gym shirts and short-shorts.

All under the watchful eye of Nekomaru Nidai, the Ultimate Team Manager, barking orders and grinning widely. This was a safe space for athletics. This was-

exactly

where peko

pekoyama was

Kiyotaka couldn't help but notice that this was the first time he'd ever actually seen her stretch. True, it made sense- all of them had to remain flexible for their talents, and even if the shirts were tight enough for him to notice the tell-tale outlines of bras, and the shorts were hugging their asses to the point where he pondered the utility of Hope's Peak's gym clothing, these thin outfits were perfect for exercise.

"Beautiful, aren't they?" A voice asked, as Kiyotaka looked down to his right. Teruteru, the Ultimate Chef, looked up at him. "They all do stretches in the morning around this time. Then, they go shower and run off to class. I can tell you're thinking about it, aren't you? Getting a glimpse of paradise..."

A shoe hit Teruteru between the eyes as a yell rang out from the center of the gym. Tenko had hit him dead on.

"I SEE YOU! Degenerate male, lurking at the door yet again! And what's worse, you've brought another partner to engage in ulterior motives with!" She hissed, even as she ran over to grab at the shoe she'd thrown- and hiss point-blank at Kiyotaka.

"Oh, hey Kiyotaka." Aoi greeted with a polite wave and a slight bounce, even as Teruteru mouthed out the words "thank you", blood rushing from his nose. "I didn't see you during morning wake-up call earlier! I left pretty early to do my stretches. You feeling okay?"

"Yes." He replied, doing his best to maintain eye contact. Tenko was already glaring at him and attempting to read his movements, even as the others either returned to their stretches, or remained staring at him.

Nekomaru's reaction to Teruteru's injury was simply to laugh it off, even as he approached the two. "If you want, you're free to exercise with us tomorrow. This isn't just a women's class- anyone who wishes to engage in early morning stretches and physical activities is free to do so! I'm going to go ahead and take Teruteru to the Nurse's Office now, before classes start." He chuckled again, this time more sheepish, and gave a thumbs up with his right hand.

"BEST OF LUCK TO YOU REGARDING YOUR DAY, ISHIMARU!" Nekomaru exclaimed, as Kiyotaka rooted himself in place.

"THANK YOU, NEKOMARU! I WISH YOU GOOD LUCK WITH THIS PERVERTED CRETIN!" He spoke back from the heart, as Tenko nodded and murmured "Alright, he passes." With that, she walked towards the locker room, while Aoi smiled.

"Well, if you're getting excited, you're probably fine. I'll see you in class!" After Tenko she followed, leaving only Peko behind as Nekomaru left.

"...Kiyotaka Ishimaru." She spoke, seemingly mulling the name over before eying him, her gym clothes still hugging her towering, athletic figure. "Could you follow me for a second please?"