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The peaceful atmosphere in Tamakoma lounge was serene. The boys and men of the squad were enjoying their drinks. Osamu with his usual coffee, Karasuma sipping his tea, Jin lounging lazily with a bottle of something cold, and even Hyuse sitting nearby, as aloof as ever, pretending not to listen in. The TV buzzed softly in the background, filling the silence.
Yuma, in his newly regained normal body, with black hair and now in the awkward middle of puberty, had been fidgeting next to Osamu for a while since he woke up this morning. His expression was deep in thought, and Osamu noticed Yuma's eyebrows furrowing.
“Something wrong, Kuga?” Osamu asked.
Yuma looked up innocently, his voice clear and direct, “Hey, Osamu, I had a dream about you, and when I woke up, there was white pee coming out. What’s that about?”
SPURT.
Everyone who had a drink in hand simultaneously spat it out in every direction. Jin choked on his iced tea, coughing as if he'd inhaled a bee. Karasuma's face turned beet red, desperately trying to maintain his calm demeanor but failing as he sprayed his tea across the table. Osamu's cup tumbled from his hand, hitting the floor with a clatter.
Hyuse, for once, was utterly speechless, his eyebrows twitching as he turned his head to look at Yuma, his usual poker face cracking for a moment. Even he couldn’t hide the shock.
Jin, still coughing and half-laughing, managed to wheeze, “Oh… oh man, that’s… that’s priceless.”
Karasuma, keeping his poker face and hiding his blush with all his might, stammered, “Y-Yuma… maybe… maybe ask Osamu… in private... for that.”
But the damage was done. Osamu's face had turned bright red. He tried desperately to control the situation, waving his hands in front of Yuma. “Ah, Kuga! That's, uh... It's something normal! It happens! It's… I’ll explain later!” His voice cracked with the strain of his own embarrassment.
Yuma tilted his head, completely unfazed, as if this were just another normal part of conversation. “Huh? What do you mean ‘normal’? It just came out of nowhere. Is it like when I transform into my trion body?”
Jin, at this point, was doubled over in laughter. “Oh, oh no, no, it's not like that at all. Four eyes, you should definitely handle this.” He wiped tears from his eyes.
Hyuse, finally recovering from his shock, muttered under his breath, “I can’t believe I’m stuck with these idiots.”
Meanwhile, Karasuma was trying his hardest to disappear into his chair, utterly mortified. He’d trained in battle, faced down Neighbors, but this? This was a battle he wasn’t prepared for.
Osamu, knowing the explanation would be worse the longer it took, grabbed Yuma by the shoulders and stood up abruptly. “Alright! We’re going! Let’s… uh… talk about this somewhere else, okay?”
As he dragged Yuma toward the door, Yuma protested, “But Osamu! I still don’t get it! It’s not like my trion's leaking, right? Can we ask Torimaru-senpai? He knows a lot about bodies and training, maybe he—”
“No! No! Karasuma-senpai is busy! Let’s go!” Osamu hurriedly pulled Yuma out of the room, his face nearly purple with embarrassment.
Back in the lounge, Jin finally calmed down enough to catch his breath, grinning from ear to ear. “Man… I haven’t laughed that hard in ages.”
Karasuma rubbed his temples, his face still flushed, “I never thought I’d be part of this kind of conversation.”
Hyuse, sighing dramatically, reached for his drink again. “You meedens are ridiculous.”