“Well, this first studying session may have turned out to be a complete failure but don’t look so grim, guys~” cheerfully said Mitsu, a bright smile on her face as she happily waltzed together with the soldier squad towards the new area - now a possession of the super soldiers. “You’re all still extremely tired and sleep-deprived. Healthy learning cannot be performed under that sort of circumstances. So try to take it easy, for now, go through the folders and documents bit by bit, and try to get as much rest as you can.”

“Are you saying all that because you’re worried about us or is it because you can spend less time with us and more time with those guys?” asked Ikusaki, rolling his eyes around at the energetic female.

“It’s a 10-90 answer from my side,” answered Mitsu after a few mischievous giggles. “Oh, and speaking of which, even though it’s not entirely related to what we’re talking about. You’ll also be moving to our new home, right? It was sort of implied that there will be constant supervision from the Japanese army’s side if we were to be offered that area of the base. I know a certain something is already being developed as a safety measure against us. I also obviously know that you’ve been left in charge of educating them. But… are you really that willing to get into this caretaker role? Willing enough to have to look after them nearly 24/7?”

“It goes without saying that it won’t be just the five of us,” sighed Murayama, lightly massaging the back of his neck. “Everyone that participated in the lab rescue will be given a role in looking after them as they grow used to live in the midst of… humans… Wait, this also doesn’t make sense.”

“...?” With a small tilt of her head, Mitsu closely observed Murayama as he came to a sudden halt as they were walking.

“You’re mass murder machines with the task of killing any human you see in front of you so why are you just living in the midst of us and not wiping us out of the Earth’s surface?” asked Murayama out of the blue, a small frown on his brows. “We already know very well that you’re easily capable of wrecking Russian squads and our base along with it. Why haven’t you killed us all and claimed the base exclusively for your use?”

“...” As an answer, Mitsu simply offered Murayama a satisfied smile and then silently turned around on her heels, resuming with her walk towards her newly acquired home. “Why don’t you ask them that too? Killing is not supposed to be my function nor am I the one who calls the shots.”

“If communication wasn’t an issue, we wouldn’t have to read all of those fucking reports in the first place…” grumbled Miue, one of his eyebrows twitching in anger as he once again recalled all of Atsumu’s misadventures up until date.

“Miue-san, let’s take a deep breath now before going in, ‘kay?” suggested Mizusaki, smiling brightly to his second-in-command at the same time as he put his arm around his shoulders. “There’s a big probability that Azuma will once again start bugging me about the definition of tsundere and if he is one or not, so why don’t I also take Atsumu under my wing and put him listening to anime opening and closing songs? That way, you can just take a nap or actually sleep and get all the info you got on him all stored and sorted inside of your brain. At the end of the day, you were the one who ended up reading more reports and files out of all of us.”

“I just like to successfully and swiftly complete my side of our missions,” nearly barked Miue, quickly shooing Mizusaki’s arm from his shoulders. “But if you think you have enough stamina to look after two of them at the same time, be my guest. I will more than gladly accept some hours alone and away from all the craziness.”

“I’m not gonna steal Atsumu from you so you don’t need to act so jelly-jelly~” sneakered Mizusaki, sideways glancing at Miue. When he saw his elder sharply turn around in his direction and lift one of his closed fists in the air, Mizusaki immediately burst out laughing and quickened his pace to a slow run. “Ahahahaha! I was just kidding, Miue-san~ Take it as my fee to babysit two at the same time.”

“Then how many hours of babysitting do you owe me already, Mizusaki?” asked Murayama, now his turn to smirk at Mizusaki as the tables were turned in his favour. “Should I also go take a nap or enjoy a few days off while you also look after M0 and Iru?”

“Sure thing, but I will only take M0 in, for reasons that should be more than obvious to you,” smartly rebuked Mizusaki, turning around on his heels to walk backwards and stick his tongue out at his squad’s commander. “Then again, if you were to take a few days off, who knows how many secret mee- OUCH!!!”

“Welcome home!!!” cheerfully greeted Atsumu, strongly opening the front door of the building the group of soldiers were walking towards and hitting its hard surface on Mizusaki’s back and head. Switching his gaze between the walking soldiers and Mizusaki, rolling around on the floor in pain, Atsumu grinned at them with a certain hesitation. “That’s what humans say when someone gets back home, right?”

“I think someone has earned the right to get a treat before dinner tonight,” snorted Miue, looking down at Mizusaki’s tear-stained face with amusement.

“Karma’s a bitch,” pointed out Murayama, shrugging his shoulders as he stepped inside of the building without sparing Mizusaki a single glance.

“You have been asking for it since this morning,” said Ikusaki, smirking at Mizusaki as he stopped right in front of him. Though he was displaying a smug expression on his features, he still leaned his upper body and motioned one of his hands forward to help his squadmate get up once again.

“A smile on my face doesn’t mean I’m smiling inwardly too, ‘kay?” grumbled Mizusaki under his breath as he accepted the help and took hold of Ikusaki’s hand.