“Okay, guys. We’re back so it’s time to get some explanations on what sort of mess the brats caused this time arou—“ announced Murayama as soon as he crossed the broken door of the containment room where four out of six targets and Kinjou’s squad were staying at, his squad members following right behind him. But his voice was first swallowed and then fully interrupted by a loud squeal.

“MIUE-SENPAI~!!” cheerfully called M5, immediately getting up from his seat and popping up all of a sudden right in front of Miue, whose body he immediately circled with his strong arms and then squished with what he knew was called a ‘hug’. “I missed you so much~”

“Gah! W-Wai— M5!” Fighting back against the extremely tight and almost painful hug(?) he was being subjected to out of the blue, Miue readily took hold of M5’s upper arms and tried to separate their bodies, even if just enough to have breathing space. “L-Let go of me right this fucking moment! What do you think you’re doing, actually!? Let go!”

“How was your trip to the human world? What did you see?” continued babbling M5, a huge grin on his face as he kept his arms around Miue’s waist and settled his chin on top of one of his shoulders. “I want to hear aaaaaall about it~”

“Then fucking hear what I’m saying right now and release me!!” roared Miue, continuing with the strenuous task of trying to unglue the oversized pup from his body. “Do you understand? Or are you freaking pretending to not understand Japanese now!? Huh!? Let me go, M5!”

“I don’t wanna~” readily denied M5, giving a quick jerk to his arms and picking Miue up from the floor. He leisurely carried him further away from the group of soldiers as if a child that had grabbed a toy in a store and was now throwing a tantrum over not wanting to leave it there.

“I’ll fucking kick you if you don’t fucking put me down right this fucking moment!!” warned Miue, struggling even more against M5 to set himself free once again. His face was starting to go red with anger – or maybe it was for an entirely different reason, one that not even dead would he admit.

“Be my guest~ It’s not like it will hurt~” said M5 with a sing-song voice, still tightly carrying Miue against his chest and not budging even a single inch, even with the unstoppable squirming of the soldier’s body.

“Uhh...! T-That’s it...!” yelled Miue, reaching the peak of both his current anger and embarrassment. “I’m going to beat you up to a fucking pulp and feed you to dogs now! If you don’t want that to happen, then put me the hell down right now! Are you hearing me, M5!?”

“Yes, yes~”

I... honestly have a bad feeling about this..., inwardly mumbled Murayama, completely speechless as he observed with an eyebrow slightly arched as his second-in-command was being ‘kidnapped’ and forcibly dragged into a further away and more isolated corner of the room. Both Ikusaki and Eki seemed just as lost as him in all this, though Mizusaki was doing a sorry attempt to not start laughing like a madman, the way he was giggling while covering his mouth with his hands. Good luck, Miue.

“A-Anyway...” resumed Murayama once again after having cleared his throat and giving a quick jab with his hand to the side of Mizusaki’s torso so that he could help him regain his soldier-like attitude. “Can I finally know what the heck happened in he— ...!”

With the fuss being caused by M5 and his second-in-command now further away in the background, Murayama could more easily focus on the remaining occupants of the room. He could now get fully aware of how intently both he and his subordinates were being stared at by the other three Ms.

M4 was sideways glancing at them while leisurely adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose, a certain glint in his greenish eyes that somehow told Murayama that they had gone up a level – even if barely – when it came to where they were standing in M4’s consideration. They were no longer seen by him as the rest of the lowly human population. They were probably now viewed as things that he should thread around even more carefully.

A huge mischievous smirk was painted on M3’s lips, a predatory glint in his eyes that seemed to want to eat all of them alive and would, if they dared to move a single inch in his direction. The way his whole muscled body remained tense and slightly on edge was indication enough that he was raring for some action. The smallest of excuses would make the bubble burst and blood would be splattered on the floor once again.

M2 was most likely the one that had less violent reactions towards them, but no less creepy than the other two Ms. He simply stared at them blankly, his head slightly tilted to the right. He no longer displayed any indication or hint of interest in the bag with snacks that had been dropped next to the broken door at their second arrival to the building.

They’re not very good actors, are they?, inwardly sighed Murayama, rolling his eyes around and suppressing his urge to facepalm himself right there and then. The only reason he hadn’t already was because all of the soldiers in that room would automatically know that he knew something more than what they were currently aware of. Mizusaki would automatically know that there was a reason as to why his secret rendezvous with M0 had resulted in a burst lip on his side. And he was sure that his subordinate wouldn’t drop the subject that easily that time around.

Taking a deep breath to calm his growing nervousness, Murayama slowly released the air stored in his lungs after having taken a disguised glance to his squad members. They still seemed to not understand what sort of reason made the Ms go through such a radical change in behaviour. He then looked right back to what was in front of him, his arms crossed over his chest as he sought to finally get some answers. “For the hundredth time, and I sure hope I can finish talking this time around, Kinjou, what hap—“

“Oh! M0, M1, welcome back~” cheerfully yelped M5, releasing Miue’s body in what almost seemed an automatic body movement at the sight of M0. Miue didn’t spare a single fraction of a second and his elbow immediately strongly connected with M5’s gut and one of his feet gave a violent kick that made him fall back on the floor. “Uwah!!”

“M0, what happened!?” roared M3 as soon as both M1 and M0 came into view from the other side of the broken door. M0 had one of his arms wrapped around M1’s shoulders in search of some stability and sustenance to his walking position. Even faster than the speed of light, he appeared right in front of the two of them, his worried eyes carefully surveying M0’s body and searching for any wound. “Were you attacked while outside? Who did this to you!? I’ll give them a permanent death for you!”

“Haa... The updated version of kissing is a threat to reckon...” breathed M0, his features blossoming into a pinkish blush as he snuggled the side of his body against M1’s and tried to not let his wobbly knees make his body slump down for a second time. Much like it had happened in the middle of his kissing exchange with M1 in the back alley.

“Hah?” interjected M3, tilting his head to the left as he intently continued to observe M0.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” finally burst laughing Mizusaki, clutching at the sides of his stomach as his body violently shook around in amusement. He had to give them that, they were quick learners, even without proper or any guidance around. “’U-Updated version of kissing’...! Ahahahahahahahahaha! That’s not what it’s called! Ahahahahahahahaha!”

“Then care to tell us what exactly is it called?” requested M1, a frown mixed with a pout showing on his features.

“French kiss~” explained Mizusaki, straightening his back and putting a more knowable and adult-like demeanour on his body – heck, he was an adult, more so compared to the 18-years-old brats. “That’s what it’s called. Unless you did more than kissing, that is, hehehe~”

“...” M1 and M0 quickly exchanged a glance between themselves and then looked right back to Mizusaki, both of their heads tilting to the right at the same time as they spoke in unison. “But we’re not French.”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!”

God help us all..., inwardly cringed Murayama, this time facepalming himself... while pretending that he hadn’t felt a painful squeeze in the depths of his chest.