Alright, homework's done, now maybe I can finally relax for the-
 
*BANG BANG BANG*
 
What the hell?! I think that was a knock at the door. With that amount of noise, it's either Kenji or Shizune. I groan at the thought.
 
Reluctantly, I get up and go to the door.
 
It turns out to be Kenji, and he's smiling. Oh God, this won't be good.
 
Kenji: Hisao, my man! How's it going?
 
He juts out his hand, far enough to jab me in the chest. I take it.
 
Hisao: So how's the fight?
 
It's gotten pretty fun to humour him.
 
Kenji frowns and sighs.
 
Kenji: Not good dude. We don't have enough strong soldiers, menawhile the femminists grow by the day. I see able-bodied fighters walking with known agents, and my heart just breaks.
 
Kenji seems incredibly dismayed at his loss.
 
Kenji: So how's the intel gathering?
 
Oh, this is the best part. He honestly believes my dating Suzu is "gathering intel". Although Suzu is the last person I'd suspect of being a feminist.
 
Hisao: Good. I'm working on my report now. I think we might just break this right open.
 
Kenji looks pleased with my report, hopefully now we can end this conversation.
 
Kenji: Awesome! I look forward to it! Oh, about why I'm here.
 
He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a green bottle filled with a brown liquid. Whiskey.
 
Kenji: My parents mailed me some more of this stuff. Wanna drink it with me?
 
I get the feeling that even if I said no, I'd probably end up drinking with him in a few minutes anyway. Well, I have nothing to do tonight, plus it's free alcohol.
 
Hisao: Yeah, sure. Why not?
 
Kenji: Great! Come on in man!
 
I follow Kenji into his room. I've never been in her before. A television sits opposite of his bed. A computer lies on the desk. How he can see either of those I have no clue. Papers are strewn everywhere. I catch the words "feminist counter-team" on more than a few of them. Most noticeably, crates upon crates of supplies are stacked along the wall. I wonder how many people those rations could feed?
 
Kenji opens the bottle and pours two glasses. He hands one to me. The liquid burns me throat at first, but it has a good taste.
 
Hisao: This is good stuff, thanks.
 
Kenji: Here, have some more.
 
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How did the bottle get half empty? It feels like it's only been a few minutes since we started.
 
Hisao: So Kenj, why are you d-drinking tonight?
 
Kenji: It's that bitch from my class! Satou! I hate her! She's such a stuck-up bitch!
 
Hisao: Who? Lilly?
 
Kenji: Yeah, her. I hate her. Fuck her.
 
Hisao: I can imagine you would.
 
Kenji: Hey, guess what would be fun? We could go in her tea room and screw it up. Just like, wreck it.
 
Oh no. He wouldn't. He better not.
 
Hisao: Hey, that's school property, we can't do that.
 
Kenji: So? This school is infiltrated with feminists.
 
Not this again...
 
Hisao: Still, that's a dick move. Besides, Hanako uses that room too, she didn't do anything.
 
Kenji: Hanako? You mean the one that smells like bacon?
 
I've never noticed that before, but I guess someone with a heightened sense of smell could pick up on that.
 
Hisao: Yeah, her.
 
Kenji: Guilt by association.
 
Hisao: That argument hasn't been used for a hundred years.
 
Kenji: C'mon, it'll be funny. Really funny.
 
Hisao: Fine. Finefinefinefine.
 
This won't be funny.
 
We're actually going through with this. Okay, so, the patrols leave around 3 AM, which if my vision is straight, should be in thirty minutes. Kenji is sketching some maps, which look like crap in his drunken stupor.
 
Next thing we know, we're running across the grounds, hiding behind trees. He insists on climbing a ladder to the roof, even though the front door is unlocked.
 
Kenji: Dude, a ladder to the roof is more covert!
 
Hisao: Where do you plan on getting a ladder?
 
I hope he doesn't insist on making us go find one.
 
Kenji: Somewhere...
 
Hisao: Just go through the door.
 
We go through the front door and sneak up to the tea room.
 
Kenji and I begin to grab teacups and move them to other shelves. Suddenly, I hear a crash, and the sound of breaking glass.
 
Kenji: SHIT! GET UNDER THE TABLE! WE'RE BEING INVADED!
 
Kenji runs under the table so quickly that he knocks the damn thing over.
 
Hisao: Dude, it's just broken glass.
 
Kenji: Oh. Hahaha.
 
We get back to the task of moving the cups to the wrong shelves.
 
Just to screw with them, Kenji suggests that we stack the chairs on the table.
 
Kenji: Care to lend a hand "Master of Romance"?
 
Hisao: Crap, yeah sure.
 
We pick up the chairs and flip them upside down on the table.
 
After we finished, we clean up the broken glass.
 
We leave the same way we came: Stealthily. After we reach the dorms, Kenji and I part.
 
Kenji: Later Hisao. You were a good soldier today.
 
Hisao: Later...
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My alarm rings. Ugh, I'm too hungover to go to school. My head is cloudy, what did I do last night.
 
Oh God, what did we do?!
 
I don't remember a thing after I went into Kenji's room.
 
Oh man, we didn't...
 
No, we didn't. I'd remember, and I'd kill myself.
 
Grudgingly, I shower and go onto the grounds, where I hear a familiar voice behind me. This should brighten my morning.
 
Hisao: Morning Lilly...
 
Lilly: Hisao, are you alright?
 
Can I get back to you?
 
Hisao:... Headache, that's all.
 
Lilly: Oh okay. Anyway, I was looking for you!
 
Hisao: What for?
 
What did we do?
 
Lilly: Hisao, someone rearranged all the cups in the tea room!
 
I don't think Kenji's that cruel.
 
Hisao: Oh man, that is just awful. Who would do such a thing?
 
Lilly: I believe it was your hallmate Kenji. Would you please talk to him?
 
Hisao: It couldn't have been. He was with me all night.
 
Lilly: Really? Well thank you. If you do find out who did it, would you please tell me?
 
Hisao: Alright. No problem.
 
Lilly walks off, quite bemused.
 
I hear a noise behind me, like breaking twigs.
 
Kenji: Thanks for saving my ass there man.
 
Shit.