"Wow," said Bertholdt as he sweatily made some toast for his uke breakfast. "I sure d-do love toast. Kyaa~."

Unfortunately, he was so distracted by his intense and deep love for his dumb toast that he didn't notice that his toaster had malfunctioned and was busy setting the kitchen on fire. "Eek!" Bertholdt gasped. Tears formed in his eyes and like sparkled in the firelight and shit. He was totally going to die! If only there was a hot muscular fireman around to save him.

Just then, the door got busted down with a huge crash! And it exploded!!!!!!!! OH YEAH!

"I AM HERE TO SAVE YOU," shouted a very bara voice. Bertholdt swooned. The buff fireman in the exploded remains of the doorway was even hotter than the fire.

Firefighter McManbeef (which was not actually his name) roared as he ran into the room and completely fucking busted the fire that threatened the life of the poor shivering uke Bertholdt. Like that fire got more busted than the exploded door. It was THAT BUSTED. When it was done, Bertholdt swooned some more and then got up and gazed into the fireman's eyes.

"What i-is your n-n-n-n-name," he whispered cryingly. "My hero! Uwaaah~."

"You can call me Ryan," testosteroned Ryan. "Because that is my name, Bert-chan. Now get on the bed so I can... Check you for injuries."

Well Bertholdt thought that sounded totes legit. So he did just that! While ogling Ryan's manly manbutt. Because like seriously who wouldn't. Damn.

"Iyaaaaaaaan," Bertholdt gasped in a lust-filled lustful manner. Sweat poured off him as he blushed, like rivers of sparkly uke tears. "What are we going to do on the bed? Ryan-san!"

Ryan flexed his bara muscles.  "Do you really not know, my little Bert-chan?" he whispered boomingly.

"N-n-n-no," naïved Bert-chan.

Reiner laughed his manly man-laugh. His pecs rippled in the moonlight. "Then I will tell you, my sweet innocent Bertholdt. We are going to do..."

He paused dramatically for dramatic bara effect.

"...each other."

Bert-chan gasped. God he was so dere right now. So dere, and so ready for Ryan's muscles.  ALL of them, if you know what I mean. "Kyaa," he exclaimed as he lay ukely back on the silk sheets. "R-Ryan-san! P-p-p-please... Stick it in!"

(TO 8E CONTINUED!!!!!!!!)