It's Yuji, but there's someone else.

"I heard yelling! Is everything okay?!" Yuji Itadori spoke, his voice muffled through the door, and all traces of anxiety and panic vanished from Keito's frame as he sighed in relief.

Had it been literally anyone else, Keito and Nobara would have had to confess. That wasn't really the absolute worst-case scenario, but it would have been embarrassing.

But with Yuji? He could just tell him that he cried in frustration after losing a game, and Yuji would believe him without a shadow of a doubt. The man was that naive to that extent.

It was in stark contrast to the beast he was housing within himself. Although he hadn't met him, all stories and descriptions painted Ryomen Sukuna as an unimaginably powerful, evil being. The complete opposite of Yuji.

Even Nobara calmed down considerably. Her movements, quick but measured, were a far cry from the erratic mess she was doing just prior. As she hid in the small bathroom, Keito opened the door and greeted him.

"Yo Yuji, I was just-" He paused, noticing the outline of Maki Zenin behind Yuji. It was easy to miss her since she was much shorter than him (Maki : 5'7" Keito : 6'1") though her presence made up for that.

"-celebrating my win on some game." He focused his attention back to Yuji, "Thanks for the concern, man." Yuji nodded, "That's good. Try to keep it down though, else Kugisaki will get mad. I'm surprised she didn't get out of her room to check it out."

The poor lad had no idea that said girl was probably washing the love juices on her body back in his bathroom, less than 10 feet from him. He pretented to be scared, "I'll keep that in mind." He made a head motion towards Maki, "Were you two training or something?"

Yuji glanced back to the silent but severe Zenin and shook his head, "I was just going to my room when I heard you scream. But Maki-senpai was already standing in front of your room before that." He leaned in a little and whispered, "Is she mad at you or something?"

'Oh boy, you have no idea of how much she despises me.' Keito thought, hiding his smirk. He shook his head, and Yuji just wished them a good night and left them in the corridor, locking the door to his room behind him.

Keito hadn't noticed, but it was indeed nighttime. He had taken the habit of turning the lights on in his room at all time, so he didn't notice the sunset. His activities with Nobara made the time pass by too fast.

With just the two of them, Maki glared at him with venom in her eyes. She wasn't as easily duped as Yuji, far from it. "I know Nobara's in there, what the fuck did you do to her?!" She furiously whispered, trying to **** her way in.

He reinforced himself with Cursed Energy and pushed her back, standing his ground. "Something you don't need to know anything about, you four-eyed stalker. What the hell were you doing listening behind my door?!" All pretenses of respect were gone.

She gritted her teeth but made no further attempt to push past him to get inside. It seemed she wasn't too keen on starting a fight right in front of the dorms.

"I..." The words had difficulty leaving her mouth. She clenched her fists, like what she was about to say would physically pain her. With a deep breath, she tried to sound as calm as possible as she said, "I'd like to have another spar with you."

"You kidding? You want one now, in the middle of the night? Can't that just wait tomorrow?" Keito asked, crossing his arms. He gave off the impression of someone annoyed at what was requested of them.

Maki sighed, "I know. But I need one right now, not tomorrow." When Keito made no sign of moving, she added something else, barely audible, "Please."

That piqued his attention. "What did you say? I must've heard wrong." He put a hand around his ear, "Could you repeat? I'd like to know if I'm really hearing things."

"You heard me just fine!" She snapped, loudly, before going back to muttering, "I said please, spar with me."

"Damn, the rude Zenin politely asked someone outside of the big three families for something. I must be dreaming."

"You know perfectly well that I don't discriminate based on social background, you bastard."

"Right, you just discriminate based on skin color, got it."

"YOU-"

"I'm joking! Maybe. Anyways, I think you deserve a reward for being polite. Instead of telling you to fuck-off, I calmly inform you that I refuse to spar with you now."

That caught her by surprise, and she sputtered while thinking of a counter-argument on why he should agree. Eventually, she had only one thing to say.

"What do you want me to do."

Keito smiled with all of his teeth for a moment before he went back to his poker face. That sentence was what he had been trying to make her say from the beginning.

"If you really want me to spar with you ever again..." He trailed off, trying to come up with something not too pushy and still quite humiliating. He didn't miss the satisfying worried face she was making.

"Drop to one knee and lower your head while saying, ´I, Maki Zenin, beg of you, Keito Kumi, to spar with me.'" He decided on that.

"No way I-"

"Argue once more and I'll never so much as think about sparring with you." He cut off her indignant protest, saying his ultimatum.

Under normal circumstances, Maki Zenin would have punched him in the face for that and spat on him afterwards, muttering some insults as she angrily stomped away. But with the suggestion that she would always seek him out for sparring...

With much disgust and effort, her left knee rested against the floor. Under the lights of this dimly-lit hallway, he could still make out the shape of her meaty thighs. She really shouldn't be wearing those skirts everyday.

Resting her right forearm on her right knee, she glared daggers at one spot on the floor. And even though it killed her to say it...

"I, Maki Zenin, beg of you, Keito Kumi, to spar with me." She looked like she was on the verge of rupturing a blood vessel, face red from humiliation and fury alike.