“Takeomi, what did you tell her to do?” Asked Mikey.

“I gave her permission to use my desk, that’s all,” answered Takeomi.

“I’m tired of waiting here; let’s open the door,” Sanzu anxiously let out.

“No,” Mikey immediately shut Sanzu’s suggestion down.

“Why not?” Asked Ran.

“We have an agreement.” Kakucho reminded everyone.

“But what if she,” Rindo wiggled his eyebrows, “needs our help,”

“Then, Y/N will ask,” Kokonoi mumbled, tired of their innuendos

“No, she wouldn’t,” remarked Ran

“Why is everyone standing here?” Mochizuki was passing through when he saw everyone standing outside their usual meeting room. They all were just looking at the door. “Did you lost the key?” He asked Kakucho.

However, before anyone could respond, your voice came from behind the door once again. “Hmmm! That felt so nice!”

“Alright, that's it.” Sanzu had enough. Whoever or whatever made you moan will be getting a bullet between their eyebrows.

As Sanzu advanced and unholstered his gun, Kokonoi and Kakucho tried to stop him. Ran and Rindo, in attempts to assist Kakucho, aimed to take the gun away from Sanzu. Meanwhile, Mikey, Takeomi, and Mochizuki stepped back. Just in case.

By accident, you’ve left the door ajar. With all the revolt going outside, the door opened. Probably from everyone pushing Sanzu down. They all fell, plopping on top of each other.

“Where’s the fucking bastard!!” Exclaimed Sanzu from the floor.

“What bastard?” you questioned. Seeing Sanzu and Kokonoi under the Haitani’s and Kakucho made you giggle. “A dog pile? Are you ganging up on Sanzu?”

“Don’t try to change the subject here! We heard you- you moaned!” Sanzu pushed Rindo off. And the latter groaned at the impact.

“What? No!” Now they made you laugh, “I’m cutting paper,” you showed them the growing stack.

“That doesn't explain your literal moans, Y/N,” said Kokonoi, dusting himself off after helping Ran up.

“You don't know the joys of life.” you took a piece of paper and folded it in half, “Have you ever cut paper with only your hands, and it goes swoosh,” to demonstrate, you split the paper and a straight line cut in the middle. “Hmmm! That was gooood,”

“I’m still shooting the paper.” Sanzu nonchalantly let out

“No, you’re not,” Kakucho yanked the gun away from Sanzu.

-

“Are you ready? Go! Split!!” you ordered.

The sound of paper being ripped filled the room, and after a chorus of ‘Oohhh’ and ‘Aaahhs.’

“What did I say? It's very fulfilling, right?” You commented to the table with Bonten’s executives. “Just wait for Christmas! Wrapping paper is so much better,”

But you received no answers in return; everyone was too busy with their papers. Now you have enough paper for your college notes.