Yuki had made it back to his house without incident, though Momoko was staring at him like she was ready to knock him through a wall for being so late. She ran through a usual recycling of her old material that he had heard before. Once she was done with him a plate of food was thrown at him and things returned to normal. It had been a week since Momoko had found his friends in their living looking like they had been through a warzone, minus the injures. She had not blown up on ...