(All of them are 18+ and seniors in the high school I promise)
The Den – Old Fushira Scrap Yard — Monday — 5:19 PM
There was a rule inside the Den.
No holding back.
This wasn't school. This wasn't society. This was their sanctuary—their kingdom made of rust and rebellion. Once you stepped inside, uniforms got unbuttoned, masks came off, and filters were shattered like glass under boots.
And right now?
Things were heating up fast.
Joshua had finally recovered from Haruna's "affectionate" assault, sitting cross-legged on the floor with a bloodstained cloth pressed to his nose and a dumb grin on his face.
"You liked it," Haruna teased, dangling a candy cigarette from her lips, laptop balanced on her thighs.
"Pain makes me feel alive," he replied, dreamy. "Also I think one of my nuts is sideways now."
Kikidori didn't even flinch. He was sprawled on the battered couch, shoeless, head upside-down off the edge while flipping a queen of hearts across his fingers.
"Horizontal nuts? That's a new one," he said lazily. "Put it on the list, Haru. Right under 'Jean moaning while hacking a bank.'"
"I moaned once," Jean shot back from the corner, where she sat straddling Reiketsuna's lap again, her fingers threading through his hair as he kissed along her collarbone like it was church and she was the altar.
Haruna didn't even look up. "Actually, it was three times. And a whimper."
Jean threw her a middle finger without breaking the rhythm of her hips.
Kikidori blinked slowly, watching the scene unfold around him like it was a music video that somehow became an orgy.
Haruna was back in hacker mode, but with her shirt fully open now, fishnet underneath doing absolutely nothing to hide what God—or perhaps Satan—had gifted her. Her legs were spread wide on the floor, toes tapping to some beat in her head while code scrolled across the monitor.
Reiketsuna didn't speak a word. He didn't need to. His hands were already under Jean's skirt, and she was biting her lip so hard it looked like she might draw blood. One of her pigtails was undone, and her lipstick had already gone missing—probably stolen by Reiketsuna's mouth.
Joshua leaned over to Kikidori. "Is it me or are they, like, two thrusts away from fucking on your couch?"
"They better not," Kikidori murmured. "That's my nap couch."
"Not anymore, it isn't," Haruna said sweetly, eyes still glued to her screen. "If I hear one moan, I'm shutting the whole system down and turning this place into a cold shower with speakers."
"Worth it," Jean said, grinding once harder just to piss her off.
Kikidori flipped himself upright with a groan. "Okay, okay, hold up. Hormones later. Scheming now."
"Oh, so now you care?" Haruna smirked. "You walked in like a Dollar Tree anime MC and watched us all get freaky for, like, ten minutes straight."
"...Five."
"Ten."
"Okay but to be fair," Kikidori said, raising a hand, "I didn't stop it because part of me wanted to see how far it would go before someone got pregnant just from eye contact."
"Jean's trying," Joshua whispered.
Jean smiled. "Hard."
Kikidori stood, stretching until his back cracked. "Alright freaks, listen up. We've got a possible mark in Sector-9. Political figure. Clean on paper, dirty in the dark. Haru, get me his records. Joshua, prep the database cloak."
"What about Reiketsuna?" Jean asked, biting her nail and watching Kikidori with half-lidded eyes.
"He's gonna do what he always does," Kikidori said.
Reiketsuna finally spoke: "…Look hot. Break spines."
"Exactly."
Haruna grinned, leaning back and licking a lollipop she pulled from somewhere beneath her skirt. "Kikidori, you know if we weren't coworkers, I'd absolutely—"
He raised a finger. "We are not coworkers."
"True. We're family."
"Dysfunctional, perverted, violent, godless family."
"Don't forget sexy," Jean added.
Haruna licked the lollipop real slow. "Very sexy."
"...Y'all are gonna give me a stroke," Kikidori muttered, sitting down and pulling his cards from his bag. He stared at them, the edges glowing faintly in his palm.
The mood shifted.
Just a little.
Because behind the laughs, the sex, the blood-lust and banter, there was something deeper. Something hotter than desire. Something more violent than chaos.
Purpose.
They weren't villains for the hell of it. They weren't just misfits with powers and too many hormones. They were a firestorm. And every fire needs fuel.
"Tomorrow," Kikidori said, cold again. "We strike."
The crew nodded.
Jean giggled. Haruna blew a kiss. Joshua cracked his knuckles.
And Reiketsuna just smiled.
The scrap yard was silent outside.
But inside the Den?
The devil's children were heating up.
And soon, the city would burn.
End of Chapter 3