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[ well, if it isn't one of his favorite not-students. Sensei, bereft of his mach speed and contained inside the base by all that pesky water outside, is fairly easy to catch around. This time is no different. He's in the kitchen, heating up water, with a small pile of dried and crushed something on a napkin on the counter in front of him. Naturally, he senses her coming before she says anything, and turns to face her with that ever-present grin. ]

Nyu? Stories? I'm afraid I'm not sure what you're referring to, Mai-san.