"Mm....ngh....get away from me you....white cat thing...I don't want your...your damn contract...I'm...I'm seventeen years old!" 

Yuzuru woke up with a start, apparently having some dream about contracts and frilly girl outfits. However, everyone who's anyone absolutely hated this dreaming character with a deep passion. So it was no suprise whatsoever when Yuzuru lashed out to strangle said tiny creature in her imaginary yet still sleep hazed mind. Unfortunately, in her attempt to choke out said unnamed character, the otaku ended up doing somthing a bit more...er, cliche? "Huh....?" Blinking her eyes to dispel any traces of sleep, the bespectacled girl moved her gaze to her hands, realizing what she was doing. "Eh?"

She had forgotten the fact of where she fell asleep, and so instead of rightfully murdeirng a certain fluffy contractor, our plucky leader found herself clenching her hands tightly around Mao's, uh, pancakes. "W-Wha?" Yuzuru immediately flung herself off the other girl, face turning redder with each second. No doubt more pictures and video footage were being taken, but the club leader could handle that later. Right now she had to make sure her little mistake didn't accidentally upset the ticking time bomb of a girl in front of her. 

[i]"Definitely not the Incubator....although I'd really prefer him right about now! Yandere rule #72! When faced with intimate situations, just blunder your way through!"[/i]

In true anime fashion only seen by people who actually enjoy this-seriously who's even reading this anymore-Yuzuru brought her hands up in an apologetic manner. "Ah, sorry Uki-san! I didn't mean it! It was a mistake, really! Look, see! My hands are right over here!" She then proceeded to wave them around for extra emphasis like an idiot. "Please don't put my severed head in a sports bag! Ah, still partners, right? And, uh, how are you still doing that?" She was beginning to notice the flowers in the backdrop again....

[i]"Yes! That should do the trick. Always beg for mercy in front of your yandere!"[/i]

Her energy already being spent-someone get this girl a coffee-she then turned to face the rest of her club members with still half-open eyes. Good thing she had those glasses then. "By the way, has eveyone else picked a partner yet?" She asked so in her usual laid back manner.

As if the imposing threat of getting her limbs separated from her body no longer had any mental effect on her. Was she that brave, or was it just traditional cluelessness?

Who knew?