Niou hates balloons. There's just something about their shape, the way they floated in the air, the feel of their material against his skin. It drove Niou crazy.

So why the hell is Kirihara thrusting have half a dozen balloons at him?

"The hell's this for?"

Kirihara grins, fishing out a marker from his pocket. He proceeds to draw someone vaguely familiar on one of the balloons, explaining, "I got a great idea, Haru-senpai. We'll draw people you hate on the balloons. Like Yagyuu-senpai, see?"

Niou snorts at the doodle, pushing unwanted memories to the back of his brain. "Right."

Kirihara wordlessly hands him a sharp pin.

Five minutes later, bits of balloon material are scattered on the floor, along with a few suspicious-looking discarded articles of clothing.

And Niou decides he doesn't't really hate balloons after all.