Meeting Shoko Ieiri.

Keito walked back to his room, feeling pretty satisfied both mentally and physically. He hadn't gotten to blow his load during his time with Nobara so doing with Maki had felt like taking a burden off his balls.

He shivered despite himself. It was really getting quite cold at night. His mind thought of Maki Zenin, who was left sprawled across the cold ground, covered in cum and almost pissing blood from her nose. Perhaps he should-

He shook those thoughts away. The own taste of his blood on his tongue and the faint trickle trailing down his face reminded him that the bitch had asked for this spar. Well, under his suggestion, but her use of overwhelming **** was her own doing.

He opened the door of his room, and saw Nobata sitting on his bed. She was well-cleaned, and properly dressed once more. She was browsing her phone but looked up once he closed the door.

There were a few seconds of silence, where none of them knew what to say, before Nobara stood up and worriedly gestured towards his face, "Did Maki-senpai do this to you?"

He nodded, wiping some blood with the back of his hand, before nasally saying, "You should have seen what I did to her." He cringed at the sound of his own voice; shutting up for the rest of the night seemed to be his best option.

Nobara bit the inside of her cheek, clearly conflicted. She wanted to speak about what they had been doing before they were interrupted, but that would have to wait. In the end, she sighed and digged into her pockets for a clean tissue, "You two are like cats and dogs. Why can't you get along?"

She gave him the tissue and he thanked her, "Ask her, she's the one who started all this." He pinched his nostrils and held the tissue close, watching it get dyed red in real time. He tried to move towards his bed, but Nobara stopped him with her hand against his chest.

"What are you doing?" She asked him, raising her voice. He quirked an eyebrow, "Um, going to bed? It's just a small injury, it'll go away on its own. Why, wanna sleep in with me?"

She blinked, the slightest sign of a blush creeping on her face, "I-Um-Well-... Not tonight, I think. But you should go see the nurse, I don't think it's that minor."

He tried to wave it off, "It's fine, just a scratch really." Unfortunately, Nobara wasn't having any of it. She pushed him towards the door, "Oi, I wasn't asking!"

'Oi? She only uses that when she's mad at Yuji.' Keito remarked, still torn between listening to her or going to bed right now. Logically, he should get himself checked-out. He knew Shoko Ieiri was still awake at this time.

So why was he so against the idea? Did he really just want to sleep to the point that he wouldn't make the trip to the infirmary? No, he knew why.

He was just afraid. Afraid of what messing up with her could lead to, with Gojo involved so closely. Thinking on it, most of his fears and anxieties came from his teacher. A pity, since he was fond of the man.

Rationalizing it, he thought that there should be nothing to worry about if he didn't use his Cursed Technique. Explaining how he got injured might be odd, but it's not like anyone could know that Maki was obeying him.

Right, he could do this.

They both walked out and headed towards the infirmary.

Knocking on the door, he heard some shuffling from behind and the sound of heels clicking against the floor. Soon, Shoko Ieiri opened the door.

She briefly analyzed both him and Nobara as they did the same to her, slightly craning her neck to look at his face and immediately noticing the obvious nose injury Keito had.

Up close, Keito saw that her eyes seemed to be somewhat bloodshot. Clearly suffering from a lack of sleep, a theory further supported by the infamous bags underneath her eyes. Like a panda, Keito had once made the joke to Panda (who took offense).

"Come in." She said, turning her back to them. By pure reflex, his eyes dropped to her rear, but he could barely see the outline of it because of her labcoat. Disappointed, his gaze went upwards and he stepped into the room, Nobara right behind him.

He had already seen this room once, and nothing much had changed. Still cold and lifeless, filled with medical instruments and autopsy tables.

Well, one thing was out of the ordinary. Sitting on a chair, in a corner of the room, was one grumpy Maki Zenin. Keito sighed, 'Fuck her.'