I Died and Was Reincarnated as a Goth Femboy

With Seraphina gone and his party temporarily on standby, Kenjiro fell back into the only routine that made sense to him: working out. He pushed his body relentlessly, the memory of his shadow's power and the high demon's laughter fueling his every repetition. He needed to get stronger.

After some time, he heard the distinct rumble of a large truck outside. He peered out his window and saw it: a delivery truck parked at the guild's service entrance, unloading crate after crate of the glowing "Titan's Essence" vials. A slow, wicked smirk spread across his face. If the guild wouldn't sell them to him, he would simply... borrow some.

He changed into his standard black shirt and purple skirt—the perfect disguise of an innocent, high-ranking Lily—and slipped out of his room, making his way to the back entrance without anyone noticing. Just as he'd expected, two guild security guards were standing watch over the mountain of crates.

Kenjiro approached them with an air of casual authority. "Hey, guys," he said, waving a hand. "No need to worry about these. Ryo just told me to take them to the vending machine for restocking."

The guards looked at him, then at the massive pile of crates. They nodded. "Yes, sir, Mr. Bombom." They stepped aside, letting him grab a full case of the valuable juice.

As Kenjiro walked away, trying to look as nonchalant as possible, one guard whispered to the other, "He was lying, right?"

"Yep," the other replied. "But there's no way I'm going to be the one to tell Ryo's favorite toy he can't have his juice. My job isn't worth that."

Kenjiro smirked, his heist a complete success. He slipped back into his room, placing the crate on the floor with a triumphant smile. Then, a voice came from right behind him.

"What are you doing, Bombom? Stealing from the guild?"

Kenjiro yelped, jumping nearly a foot in the air. He spun around to see Kaito sitting on his bed, a knowing grin on his foxy face.

"Oh! Hey! I was... uh..." Kenjiro stammered, his mind racing for a plausible lie. "You know, checking the... date of expiration."

The fox femboy's smirk widened. "There's no expiration date on those drinks."

Kenjiro slumped in defeat. "Okay, you got me. Ryo was buying them all up and not letting me have any."

Kaito laughed, hopping off the bed. "Oh, so you need these drinks, right? And you don't want Ryo to find out, huh?"

Kenjiro knew what was coming. He sighed. "So, what do you want?"

A huge, delighted smile spread across Kaito's face. "I want to..."

Kenjiro braced himself, hoping it wasn't something too humiliating.

"...I want to have a date with you," Kaito finished. "Tonight. In the city."

Kenjiro felt a wave of immense relief. That was it? Just a date? After all the teasing and blackmail from Ryo, this was nothing. "Good!" he said, a genuine smile on his face. "For these drinks, I would do anything... anything."

Kaito's triumphant expression faltered. He had expected a fight, some tsundere yelling, a negotiation. Kenjiro's immediate and overly enthusiastic acceptance threw him completely off guard. He had the upper hand, and he'd asked for something so simple.

"W-wait," Kaito stammered, his ears drooping slightly. "Let me rethink. Let me rethink!"

Kenjiro just laughed, a real, hearty laugh. He cracked open one of the vials, downed it in one go, and then picked up the rest of the case. He walked out, leaving a very frustrated Kaito behind as he went to "restock" the gym's vending machine, his personal stash safely hidden in his room.