A/N. I realized I ended up writing Misumi as too much of a gyaru. She's not Yukana Yame levels in terms of appearance, think more like Aiba Asagi.

When they received the results of the test, Misumi's results were less than stellar. She managed to improve the tiniest amount, bumping up her score to the low thirties. To remedy this, they agreed on another overnight session. Tomorrow was Saturday, so they can stay up as long as they wanted. After dinner, the session started once again.

"Misumi, that's not how you do it." Fuutarou pointed to Misumi's wrong calculations.

"Ehehe." Misumi laughed as she erased the solution she just made.

"You're not sleeping until you get this right." Fuutarou was stoic.

"Ehhhh? What about Ichika? She's already sleeping." Misumi pointed to Ichika, whose papers were all over her head.

"Ichika's finished with hers." Fuutarou looked at Ichika. He saw the papers and decided to clean up.

"Fine. But when I perfect this you'll do something for me." Misumi pointed her pencil at him.

"Sure, if you perfect it." Fuutarou sat down again.

"Let me see." Nino looked at Misumi's papers. "Hmph, at this rate, you won't even get half."

"Oh yeah?" Misumi glared at Nino.

"Yeah. Let's make a bet. If you don't get half, you'll stop slouching around and taking Fuu-kun's time." Nino glared back.

"And if I do, you'll let me be alone with him." Nino clicked her tongue, but knew that will not happen. Misumi seemed confident as she held a smirk.

Fuutarou tapped both of their heads with rolled up notebooks. "How about you just do it? You'll sleep earlier that way."

"You won't get any sleep tonight if I win..." Misumi licked her lips once again.

"Daydream all you want, sister." Nino was happy in her assured win.

Every hour, Misumi answered a test after getting lectured by Fuutarou. And every hour, her score only went up by one. The Nakano sisters were getting tired, so they hit the sack. Even Nino was tired, so she just warned Fuutarou to not stay up too late. Fuutarou reassured her this was the last test, they'll resume tomorrow.

"Ahhh! Come on Fuu-tan! Let's do something else!" Misumi removed her scrunchie, playfully throwing it at Fuutarou to get his attention.

Fuutarou was more alert than Misumi, so he easily caught the accessory. "Just finish the test already. I'll give this back when you do."

"Ahhh! Give it back!" Misumi reached for it.

"After the test." Fuutarou rolled the scrunchie up his wrist.

"You're so unfair Fuu-tan." Misumi pouted at him.

"Don't you want to sleep?" Fuutarou just reasoned.

"I'm very awake doing this test. I wanna do something else to tire myself out." She shook her arms in the air.

"Fine. If you score at least fifty, we'll do something else. If you don't you no longer get to complain about studying tomorrow." Fuutarou held down her arms.

"Deal." Misumi quickly handed him her paper. It had blanks all over, numbering at least 15 items.

Fuutarou scanned the paper. "Oi, oi! What's this now? You haven't even completed it yet!"

"The other items are too hard!" Misumi pouted once again.

"That's not how you take a test. If you still have time, either keep answering or check your answers." Fuutarou wrote something on a notecard.

"Killjoy." Misumi picked up her pen once again.

"Keep being like that and this thing's going to find a new owner." The scrunchie seemed like a good gift for Raiha.

"Fine. But keep your end of the deal." Misumi could see that Fuutarou was firm, so she decided to surrender to him.

"Sure, sure." Fuutarou held back a yawn.

The time limit passed, and Fuutarou proceeded to check Misumi's paper. He was impressed by Misumi's improvement. His eyebrow went up as he tallied her score. "What do you know? That makes fifty."

"See? I told you I could do it!" Misumi held up her hands in victory.

"Next time don't take five tries. You only get one try per test." Fuutarou gave her back her paper.

"Break time! Let's go Fuu-tan!" Misumi dragged him into the hall.

"Where are we going?" Fuutarou tried to regain his footing to no avail.

"My apartment, silly!" Misumi opened the door.

"Wait, wait, why?" Fuutarou was easily dragged along the door into the living room.

"Don't you want to have fun?" Fuutarou blushed. He knew where this was going.

"No. Don't just drag me around!" He tried to pull away.

"Then put up more of a fight. You used to drag me around everywhere, too." Misumi released her grip and started pushing his back.

"Stop it Misumi!" Fuutarou argued behind him.

"In here. I'll let you taste something you've never tasted before." Misumi licked her lips in anticipation. "Sit down on the couch."

Fuutarou was nervous, but all he could do was sit down. He would have stayed on guard, but the couch introduced an unbelievable fluffiness combined with it being so late into the night that he was tempted to sleep. Misumi nudged him awake with a plate.

"Here." The plate was quite warm as he held its underside.

"Huh?" Fuutarou looked at its contents.

"Here. I said I'll let you taste something good." The plate had a grilled cheese sandwich on it, sliced diagonally and topped with a strawberry.

Fuutarou decided against it, he knew it wasn't safe to eat something so suspicious late at night. Misumi seemed to have been plotting something. "Nah, I'm good."

"Come on, I promise you it's good!" Misumi insisted.

"As I said, I'm good." Fuutarou headed for the door. He was groggy since he had stayed up late for a few nights now, so he headed for the Nakano apartment to sleep. He placed himself on the couch and began his descent to sleep. However, Fuutarou was swiftly broken out of his slumber by Misumi whispering in his ear.

"If you don't eat this I won't pay you." Misumi lightly blew on his ear.

"Waughh!" Fuutarou was startled by the ticklish sensation.

"Come on Fuu-tan. This was prepared with love, hurry up and eat." Misumi showed him the plate again.

"Just leave me alone." Fuutarou shut his eyes.

"Not until you eat this. It's good." Misumi laid the plate on his stomach.

"Fine! After that go to sleep!" Fuutarou took the sandwich. Misumi said it was something he's never tasted before, but he had tasted a few grilled cheeses before from Miku and Nino's competitions. He took a bite, but it wasn't just soft and chewy, something was also... crunchy? "What's this?"

"Told you it's something you've never tasted before! That's apple. It goes well with brie. Eat the strawberry if the taste is getting too rich." Fuutarou did so and seemed satisfied. Misumi handed him a drink. Fuutarou looked hesitant, he knew that drinks were the most suspicious of all. "What's wrong?"

"I'm good. Thanks for the sandwich." Fuutarou pushed the drink away.

"Come on, it's good!" Misumi drank some to prove it. "Ahh, tasty."

Fuutarou had no reason to refuse, since the girl herself already drank some. "Fine, but let's sleep after this."

"Finish that up and we'll be done." Fuutarou did as requested. The smoothie was made with bananas and milk, and after Fuutarou finished, he proceeded to sleep. Misumi's plan worked, so she cleaned up and took a blanket. She snuggled herself beside Fuutarou, pulling him down to the floor and sleeping with him on the soft carpet.

The first one awake was Nino, who decided to make breakfast. She saw the plate and glass on the sink, wondering why they were there. She looked beyond the sofa and noticed Fuutarou and Misumi sleeping together. Nino decided to pull the blanket away, only to find Fuutarou hugging Misumi like a pillow and Misumi cozily sleeping on his chest. Nino stepped on Fuutarou's hand to wake him up.

"Having fun there?" Fuutarou looked up to see Nino's face holding back her anger.

"Nino? Huh? What's this heavy pillow?" Fuutarou turned to see Misumi's assets squished against him. "Misumi?"

"Mmmmm... I can go for another round... Fuu-tan..." Misumi mumbled as she hugged him.

"I knew I shouldn't have left you two! Fuu-kun, you cheater!" Nino stomped harder on his hand as she covered her face with her hands.

"What? Uesugi-san cheated? How is that possible?" Yotsuba had woken up from the commotion.

"Fuutarou... did you do step three?" Miku was about to cry as she looked down at the living room.

"Get off me, Misumi!" Misumi held tightly, her girly figure masking a strength Fuutarou couldn't easily break free from. All the shaking did wake her up though.

"Mmm. Five more minutes..." Misumi covered her ears.

"Wake up girl. You've had too much fun." Nino forcefully pulled her from Fuutarou.

Misumi woke up completely. "Ow! What'd you do that for?"

"Why were you sleeping with Uesugi-san?" Yotsuba asked her,

"Hm? Oh, I guess I did. Morning Fuu-tan!" Misumi innocently smiled.

"Mind explaining all the noise?" Itsuki went down the stairs and saw everyone in a state of anger and confusion.

"Hm? Oh, Uesugi-san slept with Ueno-san. On the floor." Yotsuba pointed to the scene of the crime.

"Huh? Uesugi-kun, with Ueno-san? That's... so... indecent..." Itsuki held her mouth.

"Sorry for using your floor, Nakano-sans." Misumi poked out her tongue. "I dragged him down here. He's too big, it was hard, you know?"

Miku almost fainted at these words. "We didn't do anything!" Fuutarou defended himself.

"Come on Fuu-tan. Don't be like that, you looked so happy too. How was your first time tasting something like that? I love drinking that white stuff!" She licked her lips.

"Miku?! Miku?!" Yotsuba caught Miku, who was on the verge of fainting.

"Misumi, stop!" Fuutarou covered her mouth with his free hand. Nino's foot was going down harder and harder on his other hand. "You're making it worse! It's nothing! She just gave me something to eat, then I slept on the couch, nothing more, nothing less!"

"Ho?" Nino pressed a little harder on his hand.

"Really!" Fuutarou insisted as he winced.

"Why is Fuutarou-kun screaming so early in the morning?" All the commotion made Ichika curious, so she got up.

"This guy just slept with Ueno-san on the floor, and now he's explaining himself." Itsuki crossed her arms.

"Nothing happened, believe me. We just had a late-night snack and then slept! I was on the couch but she says she dragged me down." Fuutarou was sweating.

"You're forgetting the kiss I gave you Fuu-tan." Misumi puckered her lips.

"You kissed me while I was asleep?" Fuutarou looked shocked.

"Don't be silly! You were fully awake." Nino was not amused at these words.

"That never happened!" Fuutarou was adamant, he was getting dragged into Misumi's pace.

"But it did though?" Misumi insisted.

"U-e-su-gi!" Nino held his hair.

"You drank from the same glass as me. That counts as an indirect kiss, no?" Misumi held her finger to her lips.

"Please stop..." Fuutarou was teary-eyed from the trials he had to face just after waking up.

The shenanigans continued until Fuutarou managed to explain himself as they ate breakfast. Afterwards, each of them went out. Their jobs kept them busy until late in the afternoon, where Fuutarou, along with Nino and Miku, were the first ones to come back.

"Yotsuba just texted. She said she met up with Itsuki and Ichika's gonna give them a ride." Nino put away her phone, the bunny ears getting caught up in her pocket.

"They'll probably be here in half an hour. What should we do until then?" Miku looked at Fuutarou and got closer to him.

"I'll go check if Misumi's back." Fuutarou didn't get Miku's hint and stopped walking inside the apartment.

"Hmph. Going off to see your mistress?" Nino pointed to her foot.

"I thought we settled that this morning. She was just being too playful." Fuutarou looked at his arm. It was no longer red, but it was painful as he ate breakfast.

"Doesn't change the fact that you kissed her." Nino was still mad about it.

"I just drank from the same glass. If she didn't drink it I wouldn't either." Fuutarou defended himself.

"So you drank it because she drank from the glass?" Miku was teary eyed at the realization.

"No. If she could drink it without anything weird happening I figured it was safe." Nino felt strangely attacked at his choice of words. "I'll be back in a minute."

Fuutarou went to Misumi's apartment. He knocked first, but no one answered. He decided to check the door, and found that it was unlocked. He proceeded to open it just to make sure, and found out that the lights were on. "Hello? Misumi? Are you here?"

"If you're looking for Misumi she's still at work and won't be back until later." A calm young man with black hair answered. He looked at Fuutarou. "Oh, and who might you be?"

"Pardon the intrusion. I'm Fuutarou Uesugi, her tutor." He closed the door behind him.

"Oh? Fuutarou, was it? You're Misumi's Fuu-tan?" The man seemed happy to have a visitor.

"Ugh. Yeah, that's what she calls me." Fuutarou scratched the back of his head.

"Want to sit down, Fuutarou? Let's talk about Misumi for a bit, hm?" Fuutarou decided to humor the man, and sat down across from him.

"Oh, forgive me. I'm Misumi's brother, Izumi Ueno." The man stood up and took a bow. "I'm currently in university, but I do part-time work as a filmmaker, gym coach, waiter and hairstylist."

"Wha? So many jobs? Why do you need so many? I thought you were rich?" Fuutarou counted again.

"We are. The reason I have so many jobs is because it's the only way I can beat Misumi. Her job's income is pretty high. I assume you're getting along with my sister?" He looked at a photo of Misumi.

"She's been a pain to deal with. It's hard teaching her." Fuutarou honestly answered.

"Oh really? Forgive her for that. I'm afraid I can't help with teaching her, the difference between our intelligence is too big." Izumi claimed.

"Quite mean of you to say that to your sister, isn't it?" Fuutarou detected that he wasn't kidding.

"Is it? I think you're perfect as her tutor though. I've heard of your achievements." Izumi changed the topic.

"How is that?" Fuutarou wondered how so many people outside the school seemed to know.

"Our mother. She was the one who contacted the director of the school and made the necessary arrangements. She's too good at business, if you ask me." Izumi praised his mother as he pointed to a photo of her.

"Misumi really needed help, huh?" Fuutarou deduced.

"On the contrary, she was actually the one who requested for this. She made a deal with our mother, and won it, which is why she was transferred here." Izumi looked outside at the window.

"Huh? Why?" Fuutarou didn't understand.

"Fuutarou, do you remember your elementary days? You were classmates with Misumi, correct?" Fuutarou only gulped as Izumi continued. "I can see you've changed a lot since then. I remember you having more of an unrestrained appearance, your hair was dyed, you even had a piercing."

"Don't worry. I promise I won't lay my hands on your sister. I already grew out of that phase. You can trust me." He waved his hands in the air.

"You've really changed, huh? You know, Misumi has changed a lot too. Before coming here she was actually a delinquent herself. But now she's all smiles and cheer." Izumi looked at Misumi's room.

"Huh?" Fuutarou held his hands to his side?

"What I'm saying is that Misumi seems to like you. She's made an effort to be more and more likable, so I ask that you treat her kindly." Izumi bowed.

"Of course. Don't worry, I'll make sure she passes everything." Fuutarou promised Izumi.

"Hahaha! You go and do that. Go on now, your other tutees might be waiting for you. Don't worry, Misumi's on the way here." Izumi stood up.

"Oh uh, sure. Thank you, Izumi-senpai."

Fuutarou exited and went back to the Nakano apartment. The rest of the sisters had already gotten back.

"Uesugi-san, we have to find Ueno-san!" Yotsuba screamed.

"Why?" Fuutarou wondered why Yotsuba was restless.

"We saw her! She was in an alleyway surrounded by these guys." Yotsuba continued.

"What? She's in trouble?" Fuutarou turned towards the door.

"Ummm, about that. We saw her actually beat up the guys. We were already in the car and couldn't stop, but we actually saw her beat them up." Itsuki clarified.

"She must know some pretty good self-defense." Ichika added.

"Her brother did mention her being a delinquent before. Where is she now?" Fuutarou held his chin.

The door opened. Misumi entered with nary an injury on her person. "Yahallo! Sorry I'm late, I ran into some people."

"Ueno-san, you're alright!" Yotsuba ran to hug her.

"We were so worried about you!" Itsuki grabbed Misumi's hand.

"We saw the fight. Are you hurt?" Ichika held Misumi's face to check.

"I'm alright, nothing to worry about. And what's with the Ueno? Call me Misumi, we're friends aren't we?" Misumi put her hands on Yotsuba's shoulders.

"Misumi!" Yotsuba hugged her again.

"What happened? They said you were surrounded by guys." Fuutarou decided to interrupt the reunion.

"Hm? Oh, uh, nothing happened, ehehe." Misumi tried to escape being asked.

"Don't bother hiding it, I already told him you were a delinquent!" A voice called out from the door. Izumi had been peeking in on them.

"Oniiiiii." Misumi went to the door and pulled Izumi in. "Come on, I didn't want Fuu-tan to know about that!" She pouted.

"My bad, Misumi. But don't worry, Fuutarou is a smart man, I'm sure that won't affect his opinion of you." Izumi nodded at Fuutarou with a relaxed expression.

"Yeah, to me you're still the pushy girl that gets me into difficult situations." Fuutarou admitted without a moment of hesitation.

"That's mean Fuu-tan! And here I am with your payment for last night too!" Misumi rummaged through her purse.

"I knew you were doing something!" Nino's suspicions were confirmed.

"Like I said, the girl that gets me into difficult situations." Fuutarou rolled his eyes. He looked at the contents of the envelope. "Isn't this too much? There's an extra 5000 yen in here on top of your tip!"

"I said I liked your technique, so there's extra in there. You can treat me to a date if you don't know how to spend it." She winked at him. "I wanna try the sweet bread downtown."

"Slow down there, Missy. You're only studying with Fuu-kun. And you are?" Nino pointed to the man smiling at all the confusion.

"Oh, forgive me. I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Misumi's brother, Izumi Ueno. And might I assume you're the fabled Nakano quintuplets?" He smiled at the five, showing his perfect princely features, his black hair styled just right for its violet shimmer to complement his purple eyes.

"Ye-yes!" Itsuki hid the the taiyaki she was eating. "I'm Itsuki Nakano, nice to meet you."

"I'm Yotsuba." The girl raised her arms.

"Mi-Miku..." Miku went to teh sofa and put on her headphones.

"I'm Nino. Please tell your sister to stop clinging to Fuu-kun." Nino tried to push Fuutarou away from Misumi.

"I'm Ichika." She scanned him one more time, before finalizing her conclusion. "You know, my studio's hiring some extras. Would you like to come over for a tryout sometime?" The guy was good-looking enough to be a movie star.

"Don't waste your time. This guy already has like five jobs." Fuutarou added.

"Ahaha, busted. But I appreciate the offer, Ichika-chan. Well then, I'll take my leave. Sorry for intruding, I don't want to interrupt your study session any longer." Izumi went out the door, leaving Misumi to explain herself.

Everyone glared at Misumi. "How about you start by telling us why those guys were surrounding you. What's your job anyway?"

"Those guys were from the old days. They wanted me to lead the old gang again, I told them no. Don't worry, that's the last time that's gonna happen. The fight was the test for the new leader." Misumi had no choice but to tell the truth.

"But you beat them all up." Itsuki was still shocked at her feat.

"Not all of them. I picked the one that didn't fight me, that guy was the best option. He knew violence shouldn't be used right away." Misumi proudly claimed.

"Says the girl that selects a leader through fighting." Fuutarou mumbled.

"As for my job, here." She pulled out a tablet showcasing multiple pictures of Misumi posing in different outfits. "I'm a model." She kept scrolling through the images. "Sometimes it's just my hands, or my feet, sometimes it's full body."

"Misumi, do you do underwear too?" Ichika wa curious.

"Of course not! That's too much, only Fuu-tan's allowed to see that." Misumi blushed.

"And what about your brother? Why does he work so many jobs?" Itsuki wanted to know more about Izumi.

"Izumi-senpai said it was the only way he can beat her. I still don't know why you work despite being rich." Fuutarou held his forehead, disappointed for them that they're not enjoying their riches.

"We all have our reasons Fuu-tan. After all, I can tell you don't teach for the money. You like having six girls all to yourself!" She held up six of her fingers.

"Just assume I'm in it for the money, I don't want you spreading any rumors." Fuutarou deflated her hopes.

"Let's just get studying, shall we?" Nino cut the conversation, having had enough of Misumi's past.

A/N. Be sure to tell me what you guys think. I actually spent a lot of time on this chapter so I would appreciate your thoughts.

Also, how do you think the quints will react if they knew about the kiss?