Misaki could barely contain her excitement on the first day. Chiaki made the club sound so cool and exciting! At first, she didn't quite know what to expect, but Chiaki and her commanding presence was something to behold. Of course, Misaki had a feeling she wasn't really about to become a great idol herself. Who would want to see her on the stage? She wasn't pretty or confident like Chiaki or Sachiko. But she was determined to do her best to support the club! Maybe she would even make some new friends.

But come Friday, her excitement had dwindled. Not because she wasn't thrilled to be a part of something like this, but because Sachiko had told her something had come up and she couldn't make it. Given Chiaki's talk about only wanting committed members, she was worried Sachiko wouldn't be able to join at all. What would she do here without her? These other girls were scary. She had a feeling they didn't like having her around here, either. Without Sachiko around to help her out, she had a feeling her nerves might get the better of her. She didn't want to disappoint Chiaki, though. She was about to tell her about Sachiko and ask if she could make an exception, and then someone thoroughly unexpected showed up at the door. It was Noboru. Did he want to join the club? But he was a man, and there was nothing but women in here. Would he have to dress up in bikinis and other costumes too....?

On that thought, a very slight trickle of blood formed from Misaki's nose. She began to give serious thought to how many pictures her phone would be able to take in one day....

Katsuro Sakuma | Chancing upon Hashimoto

Katsuro was pleased his audition had gone well the other day. It was yet to be determined if he would hang around this club forever, but at least he had the right foot in the door. If he could end up having fun with this club, being seen as talented would make it easier to have fun with it. In any event, it was a good show on his own part, and he couldn't help but be proud about it. Fortunately, he had resisted the urge to join any other clubs as of yet.....emphasis being on "as of yet". He did not yet know if the drama club would prove to be a terribly intensive club, but if it did, he would have a hard time meeting multiple commitments if he joined more clubs, and that certainly would not go down well with the folks at home.

Katsuro left the school a little late, after having hung around a few of his friends in the school for a while. On his way out, he chanced upon a familiar face. "Well well, is this fate, or just a contrived coincidence?" He did not know if this Sato fellow would remember him, but maybe his memory would return upon hearing his name. "We technically heard each others names already, but I feel I should introduce myself formally; Katsuro Sakuma, venerated sage and bumbling buffoon, at your service."

Warakuma High School - Idol Club Room

It was a bit sudden, but Noboru was standing in the doorframe. Chiaki remembered her deal with him. To meet up after school everyday for training.
"Oh. Goodness, I'm so aorry I forgot to tell you about the meet up times of my club..." Chiaki pulled a little smirk. Turning around, she walked towards the back of the room where there was a small CD player. Putting im a disc she promptly pressed the Play button.
A vibrant song began to play. Chiaki quickly ran over and grabbed Noboru by the arm, pulling him to the middle of the room. As the begging riff of the tune began to end she whispered into his.

'Just follow my lead'

Chiaki got close to Noboru and started to dance and sing beside him.
"Three, two, one, zero! Koko de tojo" As Chiaki sung heart out, she put her heart and soul into the dance. Each movement fluid and meaningful. Despite her attire, she moved freely without any restriction. She placed her hands in Noborus' leading him into a vibrant dance. He was abit stiff at first, but lossened up near the end of the song, it was unfortunate, if he was moving more freely, the performance would have been spectacular.

"It's soldier game
Mata aeta no ni I'm soldier heart"

...

Chiaki took a bow. She then thanked Noboru for the dance and blushed a liitle.
"Yes, um, quite... Well! That is the kind of spectacular perforamce you all can hope to create. You can do a solo, duet or as a group. I suppose now would be a good oppertunity to decide what genre you would like to perform with, please give it some thought and talk amongst yourselves for a little bit."

Turning to Noboru she smiled. "Um, thanks for helping me out there. I know it was a spur of the moment, but I really appreciate it! Honestly!"

Sato Hashimoto // Warakuma High, Front Entrance

After a while of idling around the front entrance of the school, a familiar person approached him. Tall, broad shoulders, sloppy brown hair. This was the guy Sato had met several days ago, by the door to the auditorium for Drama auditions. They were apparently both members of the Drama club so maybe it would be best to get acquainted with the guy. As he approached, Sato left the wall he was leaning on and met the man halfway, struggling to recall his name. They never actually introduced themselves. Though, Sato did (kinda) know the guys name from when he was called for auditions, and he likely knew his.

… Katsura Sakamu. Katsuro. Katsuro Sakamu… Katsuro Sakuma! That was it. His face flashed in recognition as he recalled the young man’s name, and smiled when the underclassman introduced himself in a approachable manner with the name he remembered. Sato nodded and held his hand out for a shake before introducing himself.

“I’m Sato Hashimoto, a third-year here. I believe we’re both members of the Drama Club now, correct?” Sato decided to not mention the whole ‘we already knew each other informally’ thing and went on like they were relative strangers. “We’ll probably be seeing each other often if that’s the case. You were pretty good in your audition, too, so I’m glad to see you have some talent. The only reason I even got in was because I had prior experience with Drama stuff, so maybe I’ll just have to stay one step ahead of everyone else to make it…”

Sato shook his head. Talking too much for it to be a conversation. He simply flashed Katsuro a legitimate smile, annoyed with himself. Introductions were always awkward for him, especially since he had met several new people over the first week of school. A pleasant kind of awkward, though. “You in any other clubs, Katsuro?”

As the boy named Kaminari finished his performance and subsequent critique the audience began to slowly clear out. It seemed like there was a mix up. He had been late to the hall and thus had got his name enrolled at the last instant. Maybe the list with the club president was different from the original one. As he got up and slowly walked up to the president who had begun clearing up. He said in his usual deep voice "I think there was a mix up. I was supposed to go last." Alexei said as he towered over the little girl with a regal flair and an effeminate guy who was bickering with her. As she looked up at him with a slight bewilderment he gave an uneasy smile before saying "I'll quickly go on stage and do my lines. Maybe you can find something worthwhile."

He motioned to the guy incharge of lighting to not pack up and light the stage. As a few stragglers still remained in the hall. The spotlight fell straight on his large beastly physique. He removed his blazer to reveal a crumpled a shirt whose seams seem to be fighting an uphill battle to cover the ripped musculature. He looked like one of Michaelangelo's renditions of men.

He paused on stage to reflect on the lines that everyone had spoken. It was classic Shakespeare, but he had his own twist on it. He had read the play and was never was a fan of romance as he thought it was an impossibility.

"Swift as a shadow, short as any dream," he said in a deep and somber voice as he stared intensely at the girl who was in charge. Stressing each word equally and a little pause between each successive wprds so that they hung in the air.

"Brief as the lightning in the collied night," he moved suddenly, his arms going up dramatically as if to signify a vast endless sky, he stared at the ceiling for a short while as if believing fully that he was out in the night on the moors of Scotland. All the while his voice changed emotion from the initial somber mood.

"That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth" his arms moved to signify the time that was a fleeting moment, he stared straight into the empty seats as if looking at some invisible people to whom he was talking. His voice held the same tone as the line before. His face was filled with a serious expression which eased into a smile as began the next line.

"So quick bright things" he paused as his eyes dripped with pure menace and his smile was replced with a matching grin "...come to confusion." He finished with flourish, his last words as menacing as his eyes.

The act dropped immediately as he looked towards the President, walking towards the edge of stage and walked down from it.

Akari and Noboru
Akari waited and watched as they danced. It was rather beautiful, but it made her slightly sick. She also had a little chuckle when she realized that Noboru was shorter, with Chiaki looking down on Noboru. Her mind flashed back to last night, when she "helped" Noboru wash his school uniform. When she volunteered to finish it up for him, he left and went to study. She made sure to tighten up the shirt just enough for that special moment. They finished their dance and she smirked a little. The wear and tear was too great and she watched as it slowly started. it was just a tiny tear, but it spread.

Noboru finished the surprising dance, surprised with how suddenly Chiaki grabbed him up and twirled him around. He was at a loss for words, mostly because it wasn't what he expected. There were no other boys in the club. After they finished and Chiaki thanked him, he decided it was time to leave. It didn't seem like he was set out for this club.

"No problem. But it appears as if this is an all girls club. I'll be on my way then."

He turned his torso and it happened. The final bit of stress was put into his shirt and the noise could be clearly heard. Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip

His chest suddenly flashed, muscles and all. They flashed in the light, and as quickly as he could, he pulled his shirt together, embarrassed about the unfolding ordeal.

Misaki had no idea why it happened, but Chiaki and Noboru broke out in dance shortly after he arrived in the room. It was a big surprise to see, but a pleasant one. They seemed like they were having fun together, and Misaki found herself getting caught up in the music. She didn't sing or dance, as she would've been far too embarrassed, but she found the whole experience. At the end of their dance, Chiaki told them that was an example of the kind of performance they were supposed to come up with. Did she plan for Noboru to show up to help her demonstrate? She thought it was a great idea, especially if there was going to be more demonstrations involving Noboru. It was just too bad it seemed like he was going to leave now.

But then, his shirt burst open.

Misaki already had her phone out taking pictures at the moment she heard the first rip.

She managed to get a few good shots in before he started to try covering up.

All in all, this had been a great first day of practise for the Idol club!

-Friday 10th April, 2015- Early Morning

Leiko Hamada- Hamada Residence

The morning sun streaked through the crack in the curtains, the harsh light burning against Leiko's eyelids as she scowled and rubbed her eyes in a state of half-consciousness. She lay there for a while, sprawled in a messy tangle of limbs and flyaway curls; a far cry from the refined image she projected at school.

Today was a Friday, Leiko recalled sleepily, her green eyes finally fluttering open to wakefulness and staring blankly at the ceiling. Just yet two more days of school left to endure. Letting out a soft yawn, Leiko flipped the bedside alarm off five minutes before it was due, swinging her legs to the edge of the bed with a sense of purpose whilst contemplating the events of the day. Saya would be busy with her new Archery Club obsession, whilst some of the other girls she knew would be organising a group trip to the Warakuma Shopping Complex after school. There was some sort of sale going on today, Leiko recalled, and whilst discounts held little importance to her (why bother with reduced prices when she could already afford everything?), it was better than the alternative, which was locking herself up in her room and studying.

Swiftly, she padded her way into her ensuite bathroom, thumbing through her sink cabinet as she began the usual morning rituals that would consume the next hour of her day. Brush teeth, shower, straighten hair, perfume, and done. Sweeping her hair into its usual ponytail and allowing it to rest on her shoulder, Leiko adjusted her skirt one final time before heading to the dining room for breakfast.

"Morning, young Mistress." The family housekeeper greeted Leiko warmly as the young girl drew a chair and sat down expectantly. "I'm afraid I still have some croissants baking in the oven. You're up earlier than I expected."

Leiko shrugged noncommittally as a response, eliciting the usual exasperated sigh from the older woman before she bustled back into the kitchen. It was always like this, ever since the old housekeeper retired six months ago. Leiko didn't like the new girl, nor did she care to try. It was as simple as that.

Sipping at some freshly squeezed juice, Leiko's mind wandered back to the auditions that had taken place on the previous Tuesday. Masatomo's criticism of her decisions recently were still replaying in her mind, and she couldn't help but question her own logic.

The auditionee that had caused such inner conflict was Alexei Dragunov.

Just as Leiko and Masatomo had nearly finished cleaning up the auditorium, a bulky, straight-faced foreigner had approached them, claiming that there was some kind of mix up with the sign up sheet and that he was to be the last auditionee that day.

Taken by surprise at the time, Leiko had attempted to argue with his forceful and quite unwelcome behaviour, but he had quickly dismissed her with a "maybe you can find something worthwhile" line, before ordering her club members to readjust the lighting and claiming the stage with his own dominating presence.

Leiko's fingers tapped lightly on her glass as she recalled how her nails had embedded into her palms in anger; how dare he waltz in and speak to her like that? The nerve! But the senior had paid her silent outrage no mind, instead stripping himself of his jacket with no sense of shame before fixing her with an intense stare. Honestly, Leiko didn't expect much from the brawny male at this point; he appeared to be more muscle than man, and his attitude was troublesome to boot.

And yet...his audition was undeniably interesting to her the more she thought about it. He used his intimidating figure and presence to his advantage, exerting a sense of undeniable power and force to his words and actions as he eased into the role of some kind of authority figure. There was nothing romantic or understated to his performance, Leiko reflected, but yet it surprisingly worked in his favour. His interpretation was dark and steeped in pessimism, and Leiko could still feel the chills racing down her spine as she remembered the cold, distant way he delivered his finishing lines.

Masatomo had been the first one to speak once he was done, and he was none too pleased. "You've got some nerve," he sneered at the foreigner with a sense of disdain. "Guess what, buster. Auditions are closed. Thanks for wasting everyone's time though."

"Masatomo," Leiko's dismissive tone had surprised even herself at the time, and the Club President still wondered to this day what possessed her to speak the words that followed. "I'll speak." She remembered how her eyes had swivelled to the mysterious male, a conflict of emotions warring within her. "As President of the Drama Club, I'm obligated to apologise for any faults in the audition process. And whilst your presumptuous attitude leaves a lot to be desired...I must admit, I was quite taken in by your interpretation. It was a...gritty outlook on the text."

"What," Masatomo's response was deadpan and disbelieving. "You're not serious, Hamada. We're done here! It's tough shit, but we can't take any more members."

"Meetups are Tuesdays and Thursdays. Don't make me regret this decision," Leiko spoke directly to the muscled student, ignoring Masatomo's frustrated gasps altogether as she handed him the sign up sheet that had somehow omitted his name. "I don't want any funny stunts like that in my club. Just count yourself lucky that I enjoyed your performance."

And with that, Alexei Dragunov was accepted into the Drama Club, and Masatomo had been complaining about it since. Leiko was accused of being 'soft', 'irresponsible', 'foolish', amongst other colourful insults and frankly, Leiko didn't care much for Masatomo's opinion. However, the role of Drama Club President was important to her, and the words were undeniably getting under her skin. The last thing she wanted spread across school was that she was a bad President when it had scarcely been a week yet.

Perhaps she was overthinking it? As the smell of sweet pastry wafted through the room, Leiko decided that this was the case, and without another moment's thought, she focused instead on fuelling her body for the day ahead.

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-Friday 10th April, 2015- After-School

Saya Ueno-Archery Range

As soon as the bell had signalled the end of lessons, Saya had dismissed herself from her friends and headed straight to the archery range. It was a painful decision for the fashionable teen; after all, the mall was having a sale today, of all days. And Hama-chan and their group of friends were going without her!

She could still feel the bitter sting of her own words as she refused their offer and turned heel for the range instead. She tried to justify her decision in her head; after all, she was still paying off her boots, and there was only so many shoes a girl could own anyway. Still, her reasoning did little to comfort her, and the more she thought about what she was missing out on, the worse she felt.

Pushing her thoughts aside, Saya reached the locker that was assigned to for the club and put away her valuables before setting foot outside. They had started their first club session on Wednesday, where they were informed they would be practicing Kyudo for the next few weeks before advancing forward. In truth, Saya held little practical knowledge of Archery, so she didn't really understand the little nuances involved with using different bows. But Rokoru-senpai looked so animated when he talked about the subject, that Saya couldn't help but feel inspired to do her best. She was going to clear Kyudo in no time!

Scrunching her long hair up into a loose ponytail, Saya claimed her assigned bow and quiver of arrows before selecting one of the firing lines to shoot. She glanced around the field as she withdrew a metallic arrow, her brow furrowing slightly as she noted her classmate, Rui Shinichi was nowhere to be found. She had never even uttered a word to the boy, but it was a little comforting to know that someone her age, and in her class, was starting along with her. With his absence, it felt like she was completely alone.

Saya ignored the uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach, drawing the arrow taut against the bowstring as the pulling force caused her aim to shake slightly. Biting her lip in concentration, she let loose with a twang, her heart sinking as the arrow missed her target altogether by a metre. A frustrated sigh escaped her lips, cursing her lack of focus as she turned to fetch another arrow.

Katsuro Sakuma | Making small talk

Playing along with his little mock first introduction, Sato told him he had talent for drama. It confirmed what Katsuro already knew, but it didn't hurt to hear it confirmed by every person he encountered. He would've gotten a word in, but the guy kept talking. He seemed to recognise that he was rambling a bit though, and he stopped himself to ask a question. A question that made Katsuro cringe. "Oh man, you just had to bring up clubs! Why, man, why?" His melodrama was half feigned, since he knew why they were on the subject of clubs, but he did feel like he just couldn't escape the subject being brought up.

"Joking aside, I joined way too many clubs last year and it did not sit well with the folks. I made a promise to limit my activities, and thus no, I have not joined any other clubs.....yet." Now that it was on his mind, he was thinking about all the clubs he could've joined. To distract himself, he asked the first question that popped into his head. "What about you? Any other clubs?" He soon realised this question would make him think about clubs some more, but it was too late, and he had already asked.

Sato Hashimoto // Warakuma High, Front Entrance

Sato drew his uniform close as several students exited the building, opening the doors and letting in the slightly chilly air in. April was a nice month, weather-wise, yet it always seemed colder in Warakuma than it did in the city, something he still had not gotten used to. He considered himself a city-boy by heart, but Warakuma was acceptable.

In response to Sato’s question, Katsuro responded in an over-dramatic way, complaining about how his family didn’t like that he had joined too many clubs the previous years. To keep the small talk going, the boy then shot a question back, one about clubs, which struck Sato as ironic, considering how Katsuro had literally just mentioned his disdain for thinking about them moments ago. Sato turned his head to look in the vague direction of the archery range and complimented the look with a pointed finger.

“I’m in the Archery Club. Luckily for you, we had too many entries back on Tuesday and now it’d be hard to get in without pulling some favors.” Sato returned his gaze back on Katsuro. He slid his hands into his pockets as he the boy, waiting for a reply. There wasn’t much to talk about on his side, and Sato desperately hoped either their meeting would be brief or that Katsuro would carry the conversation for him.

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Rokoru Ishiara // Warakuma High, Archery Range

The third-year, with several bags strapped on his back and over his shoulder, lumbered into the range with little grace. He slumped all the equipment onto the floor near the entrance and walked off over to a confused-looking bespectacled student (who obviously wasn’t a member) eyeing the insides of the building. With little delay, the guy handed a clipboard with dozens of papers stuck to it over to Rokoru, and zoomed away from the archery range with no composure or explanation. Rokoru held the board a bit closer to his face and scanned the top-most papers. Just some random crap from the student council regarding equipment and admissions. No doubt that one of those sheets told him that Akira was allowed in no matter what, and the thought pissed him off a bit.

And obviously the best way to work steam off for the club president was to shoot some arrows at things! Rokoru ripped open one of the bulkier bags and shuffled through the contents, withdrawing the best-looking yumi. A quiver filled with arrows later, and he was already on the range, prepping his equipment without a thought as he watched the students already out on the firing range, pelting shots at the distant targets. Rokoru’s focus was on nothing but getting over there and shooting. Until he noticed the girl. “Cute Girl”, as he named her. She was the weird one that decided to hand in her admission forms by putting them into his shoe locker instead of just giving them to him when they were literally right next to each other. He gave the girl a light thump on the shoulder after watching her miss a shot by a meter or two, waiting for her to notice him before saying what he came to say.

“Hey, Ueno,” Rokoru started, a mix of slight annoyance and amusement in his voice, “Why’d you put your registration forms in my locker instead of just giving them to me? Seems a bit silly, don’tcha think?” The older boy flashed a smirk before suppressing it and returning to his regular ol’ mug.

Warakuma High School - Idol Club Room

It was so sudden. Noboru was just about to leave, when... When... When Noboru's shirt just ripped to shreds. The members began to gawk and stare at him. Chiaki began to go red, it was indeed an enjoyable sight, yet it was terrible of her to enjoy it at Noborus' expense. Chiaki stamped her foot on the ground. The stomp made a loud booming noise, attracted the attention of the female members.

"ALL OF YOU! YOU SHALL CLOSE YOUR EYES AND CEASE TO CONTINUE LOOKING!" Shouted Chiaki, attempting to take authority over the situation. "I'LL SEE YOU ALL NEXT WEEK. ONCE MYSELF AND NOBORU-KUN HAVE LEFT YOU MAY OPEN YOUR EYES, OR YOU SHALL RECEIVE PUNISHMENT!" Chiaki grabbed her bag and a spare shirt as she quickly shoved Noboru ot of the door.

Chiaki looked away from him, handing him a black V-neck shirt. It had a grey pocket on it. Blushing a little, Chiaki talked softly. "H-h-here... Take this and get changed... I-I'm sorry!" She ran off away with a red face. Feeling embarressed, she thought it best to end the day and head home for the day.

Saya Ueno- Archery Range

Saya's hand glided on the metal shaft of one of the arrows, plucking it from its quiver as she turned her head to the firing range with a sense of steely determination. This was the one, she could just feel it...

Just before she could assume a shooting stance, she felt a light tap on her shoulder, her body seizing up in bewilderment as she turned her head quickly and directly met the gaze of-

"R-Rokoru-senpai?!" She gasped, the arrow slipping away from her hands amongst her startled surprise as she stared at him numbly. Oh god he's talking to me. What do I say? What do I-

"U-Umm..." Words were lodging in her throat as her mind raced with panicked thoughts, forcing her into silence as Rokoru greeted her by name. Wait, he knows my name? But how- Her suspicions were immediately confirmed as he moved on to press her about leaving her application form in his locker rather than speaking to him directly. He appeared to be quite amused by the fact, judging by the brief smile that pressed his lips as he mocked her slightly for her actions. "S-So, you figured out that was me, huh?" Saya smiled sheepishly in response, rubbing the back of her neck as her mind reeled for a good excuse. "Well, umm...I was feeling kind of...feverish so I couldn't stick around for long. And I kinda left pretty abruptly so I figured you'd be a little bit mad." Not a great excuse, but it was better than the truth, Saya decided as she finally met his eyes boldly. "Anyway, as you already know...I am Saya Ueno. It's nice to meet you, Senpai!" She gave a quick, respectful bow. "I'm sorry about what happened on Monday. I hope you're not still...annoyed?" She asked tentatively, finding it difficult to gauge the senior's emotions behind his usual stern expression.

Ayano Wakahisa: Warakuma High
As the school day began to come to an end, the girl saw a familiar face peeking out and with a shrug, she went out to confront him again.
The girl crossed her arms and started to get things rolling, "Just how many times do you intend to keep on poking your face in my classroom?" she said in an annoyed tone, while she appreciates the gesture, he really ought to be doing better things than check on her 24/7, after all, she's no child, she can handle herself fine.

"Okay...If you want to hang out, fine...Just, promise me you'll do other things other than continually stick your head out like Jack Nicholson from the Shining. God forbid you start axing your way through the door." Ayano nearly laughed at the thought, but a small part of her mind can't deny that it may actually come true. As she gathered up her things, she brought up a topic that she remembered some time ago. "Oh yeah, I saw you auditioning for Drama Club earlier." her face suddenly turned into a slight frown, "Drama? Really? Not exactly the thing I'd thought you of all people would join."

Akari
Akari giggled loudly in the unfolding situation. This was absolutely pure gold. How much better could this have gone? She managed to embarrass the club leader and her little brother in one big fell swoop. Thinking back on it, why did she ever want to help him? This was so much more enjoyable. Chiaki rushed out of the room and seemingly ran home. "Heheheheh. Oh man this is fun." She said, kicking back.

Noboru
"Wait! Hold up!" But she was really fast, far too fast for him to catch up in the state he was in. He didn't want to just run out of the school shirtless. "Oh well. Guess I better put this shirt on." He put teh shirt on, even though it was far too uncomfortable for him. He felt extremely bad.. Not only had he ruined the club meeting, he embarrassed her in front of her own club. He pulled out his phone and sent a quick message. I'm sorry. I really am.

Kotori Shirohane - Warakuma High School: Classroom 2-2 | Friday, April 10 2015 - After School

Letting the usual hustle immediately following the dismissal of class after the final hour die down before even just getting up, Kotori remained at her seat for a few minutes following the class-ending bell; going over her notes of the day. Much as expected, the classes were starting to begin in earnest - the easy-going introductory period following a new year's beginning having started to subside in favour of the normal everyday tidings; a routine starting to establish itself - both in terms of classes as well as clubs. Kotori meanwhile had abstained from joining any - having politely declined any would-be recruiters and paying no further mind to the various recruitment posters all throughout the school. Rather than be preoccupied with such things, Kotori rather just circled the various material she intended to look at over the weekend as well as the homework that was going to be due before closing her notebook; placing it back in her school bag.

Looking up and adjusting her glasses as she did so, she noticed that the classroom had become nearly devoid of students - the most of the remaining ones being there to hang out with their classmate friends or, like herself, to get their schoolwork in order. Standing up, school bag in hand, Kotori would give a simple polite nod in greeting if any happened to look up as she passed them on her way out of the classroom. Given her lack of obligations to either meetings with friends - the closest thing to such being the occasional wave or hello when someone such as the the new-to-town senpai happened to greet her in the hallways - or club activities, Kotori's next destination was clear - home.

Kotori Shirohane - Warakuma High School

Looking into her bag while walking through the hallway, Kotori checked a mental list of things she had in terms of school material - and coming up short a notebook and a pen; two things she decided to pick up on her way home; it being merely a small detour to the stationery store in the mall after all. Looking back up, she noticed something rather odd - not by seeing, but rather hearing. Glancing about for the source of the music playing, she found and open door not far ahead - only for the music to end before she could even get a look inside as to who was playing it or for what purpose. Instead, voices could be heard - followed by an odd tearing sound and, immediately thereafter, a commanding shout. Confused at the strange sounds, Kotori wasn't even quite at the door when suddenly two figures came out of the room.

It was only at a second glance that Kotori noticed that one of the figures was a female student and the other, in fact, a topless male student. Lacking any knowledge of how such an absurd situation came to be, Kotori immediately hid her face behind her school bag; not wanting to intrude on such a... delicate scene. Still standing a few steps away from the pair, she debated how to proceed - go back and take the long way around? Or just pretend like she had seen nothing? Weighing the two options for a second, Kotori decided against the choice that involved at least two sets of stairs and instead peeked out from behind her back - luckily in time for the boy to have already put on the shirt that the girl had gotten him.

Lowering her bag fully, Kotori stepped slowly started walking - while keeping close to the wall furthest from the unknown-to-her student whilst avoiding drawing any attention to herself and the fact that she had witnessed the previous scene. There was just a slight problem with that - namely, that the rather stiff way she moved and her clear attempt at avoiding any stray glances by practically gluing her eyes to the wall beside her all but screamed unease that made it quite obvious that something was up. And, given that there were few students still about in the hallways, there were also few doubts as to what said something was.

Katsuro Sakuma | Just more small talk

Katsuro breathed an audible sigh of relief upon being told he flatly couldn't join the Archery club. "Good....not that I wouldn't want to join it, but you know, it's for the best I don't." At least he could put the idea of joining Archery to rest. In fact, if the same was true for the majority of clubs around the school, he wouldn't have to worry about being tempted to join them after all. He had survived the storm and come out the other side without pissing anyone off.....yet.

"Anyway, back on Drama...." Technically this was bringing up clubs again, but his question would be less about clubs and more about people. "What do you make of the....leadership?" This was a fairly open question, and it might be amusing to see how Sato would answer. An obvious conclusion would be to think Katsuro was asking what he thought of the woman who was clearly in charge, who had sung both Katsuro and Sato's praises. In fact, she sang the praises of quite a few people that went on the stage that day. But that begged the question of what Katsuro was asking about the leadership. Katsuro was going to laugh heartily if Sato chose to believe he was asking if he thought the girl was hot. There was also the fact that there was technically a few leaders, in the form of those other judges. One that stood out to Katsuro was that guy that was definitely trying to act like a leader, given he criticized just about everything the other one said. It would simply be interesting to see where Sato's mind took him with this ambiguous question.

Sato Hashimoto // Warakuma High, Front Entrance

Sato bit his lip at the question. The leadership. It was an incredibly broad question, one that didn’t make much sense to him. Based on the fact that she had basically lead the entire thing, Sato assumed the judge that spoke to the auditionees was the “leader” of the Drama club. There was that generic “Welcome to Drama!” meeting he had attended on Wednesday, but that wasn’t quite enough for Sato to give much actual insight as to how well Leiko (the head of the Drama Club) actually lead the club. He mulled over the idea for a few long moments before he looked back to Katsuro.

“She’s alright, I guess.” He complimented his ambiguous answer with a half-hearted shrug. It was a scape-goat answer, as it could be interpreted in multiple ways and people would naturally assume the one that suited them the most, but it worked well for the situation he was in. Before Katsuro could reply however, Sato noticed the muffled and at-first-quiet crescendo of his phone’s generic ring tone. The boy pulled the old phone from his back pocket and checked the number. Why was Mika calling him? With a bit of hesitation, he answered the call, turning away from Katsuro and holding up a finger to signal that he needed a minute. “Hey, Mika, what’s up?”

“Do you know where Rokoru is?” A cheery voice replied.

Sato went over the quick conversation he had with Rokoru over the phone before classes started. “Sorry, but I don’t really know where he is at the moment. If you can’t find him anywhere on campus then he’s probably at his home. He told me he had some family issues to deal with.” Family issues was incredibly vague, but that was what Rokoru had told him, so saying anything else would be a lie. The girl on the other end of the call thanked him anyways and hung up with a friendly farewell.

Once he put his phone back into his pocket, Sato turned back to Katsuro. “Sorry about that,” Sato said, “it was nothing important.”

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Rokoru Ishiara // Warakuma High, Archery Range

“That’s Ishiara-senpai to you,” Rokoru said with a jokingly serious tone, and giggled to himself. The arrow the girl was holding fell from her hands and hit the old wood floor beneath them. The Ueno girl stammered out an excuse as to why she had gone with a more creative approach to submitting her registration forms. Rokoru didn’t buy it at all, but it was a stupid thing to get ruffled over, so instead he ignored it entirely.

The girl then gave a quick formal greeting (followed by a bow) and asked a question, and it was only then did it click in his head why she was nervous around him. She had probably mistaken his anger towards Akira as annoyance caused by her when she had approached him back on Monday, and had assumed that her random freak-out had pissed him off. After he went over his thoughts, a warm smile formed on his lips that contrasted his low baritone voice as he spoke; “Never was annoyed.” He said the ‘annoyed’ in an accentuated way, before adding a “Not at you, at least.”

“I just came over here to check on how you were doing with everything.” Rokoru gestured to the bow Ueno was holding, referencing that rough shot she had made “If you’re having troubles with anything, any of the more experienced members can help you, including me.”

Toma Tanaka - Warakuma Highschool | April 10th
His first week in town had gone well. He'd spoken with nearly everyone in his class, and seemed to be liked well enough by them all. It seemed like it'd only be a matter of time until he was as familiar with the student population as he had been at his old school.

Toma finished off his notes for the class as he listened to Aiko.

"Yeah, sure, let's head out," he replied, putting away his books. He then remembered that he did have a meeting today. "Oh, actually, I've got Track club today..." He mused over it for a moment, before continuing. "I could probably get out early though, if I tell the leader that I'll practice on my own later tonight."

Toma looked at Aiko with an apologetic smile. "You might be better off finding someone else to spend time with today, but If you don't mind waiting around for a half hour, I'll be able to join you."

-Kaminari : Warakuma High-

As he looked around the classroom, he caught sight of the familiar girl who enthralled him so. Before he could say a word, she commented on how often he was checking up on her by shoving his face into the classroom. Kaminari chuckled rather nervously as she mentioned that little thing he had recently been doing. The checking up thing by sticking your head into the classroom could get rather... Creepy at times so he had to cut down on that... Besides, he was sure that he was occupying her time, and felt he had to make it short and brief so he wouldn't waste her time.

"Heh, yeah... Wait what, you actually came and watched me audition? "

Kami nervously looked at Ayano, pondering about her input on his acting. She must of seen the part where he goofed up horribly, and almost ruined his chance in the audition, and he began regretting that moment when he stepped foot into that auditorium. As he nervously contemplated on what to say next, he glared somewhere else, becoming nor unnerved as he anxiously awaited for her to answer him, despite the fact that he hadn't even asked her his question yet.

"Oh, uhm, uh.... Yeah, I know... Its, uhm... Kind of unusual for me to head up and try my hand at acting, huh... I have never been, uh...Good at acting, because of my stage fright as you already know..."
Kami acts a bit off as he spoke to the girl. His voice was filled with anxiety, as if something had been eating away at him for a while. His eyes were jutting around the place, rarely paying any mind to Ayano, and he was rather fidgety. After a few seconds, Kami nervously snapped back to Ayano, and he had a rather quizzical look on his face.

"Theres something that has been sort of, uhm... Bothering me ever since you mentioned you were there... I'm kind of interested in your honest opinion of how I did on stage..."

((Yo Haru, so things can go by swiftly and such, you want to use the titanpad and collab post? Just answer me in ooc if you could please.))

Katsuro Sakuma | Abandoning ship....don't take that the wrong way, bara girls

Katsuro received an answer that he certainly did not expect, but it was also an answer that was resoundingly disappointing. He had been hoping for an answer he could get a good rise out of, or at least a little bit more than a two word opinion. It was what he got for asking an ambiguous question that could be answered any way, he supposed. He really did not have much to say to follow up on that, not that it mattered since Sato was interrupted by a phone call. Katsuro decided against eavesdropping, though he had a feeling it would not be a very interesting conversation to listen in on anyway. It was a pretty quick conversation from the looks of things, and Sato was back to speaking to Katsuro shortly.

"None of my business anyway, man." He told him. "But, uh, listen, I need to get going. Places to be and all that. I'll see you next time we have drama practise, okay?" With that, he began to take off. What he had said was not entirely true, and he was more or less just calling the conversation then and there. He had a feeling that trying to get a decent conversation out of that guy would be like drawing blood from a stone. Maybe it would be easier on another day.