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"I thought you said your son didn't know the 3E secret!" Karasuma angrily whispered to the principal, who was sat at the edge of the hall that was being used to throw the end of year prom.
"He doesn't." The principal frowned.
"Look who he's dancing with!" Karasuma pointed to the centre of the hall, where Asano was dancing with none other than Ritsu. Not the fake Ritsu either, but real Ritus. How was she even human? Was it just coincidence? Someone who looked like Ritsu? Or did he know about Ritsu? And the 3E secret?
Little did they know that Asano and the woman he was dancing with were the ones who built Ritsu in the first place. And they'd based her on her own appearance of course.
Asano locked eyes with his father and smiled.