Have fun with that!" Hiruma shouted from the doorway of the storage shed, that ever-present evil grin gleaming in the half-light. Beside me, Kurita sighed, slapped a smile on his face, and began wading his way through the mountain of sports paraphernalia to begin sorting. "Th-thank you, Hiruma-kun," he stammered, waving his hand over his shoulder. "It'll all be sorted by tomorrow morning, promise!