“Person with designated prior consent in the case of medically severe aphrodisiac exposure?” Hizashi reads off the medical form, his eyebrows rising up towards his hairline. “Hey, Shōta, is this a misprint?" “Just put me down,” Shōta replies, making Hizashi’s brain short-circuit for a moment.

For Kayama Nemuri, fighting and sex have always gone hand in hand.

“You get either one more complaint or one more kiss before I gag you,” Shōta interrupts. “Choose wisely.”