Looking back, if Aki had known what he was about to stumble across, he would have ditched Rena, called in sick and shut himself in his house for two weeks. 
The smell was noticeable from even outside the door. A caustic, burning stench that made Aki’s already weak gag reflex show a lot more enthusiasm than it had ever done in the past couple of years. But more worryingly, there was another odor that cut through the stink: the undeniable smell of smoke. What's more, there was no more screaming.

[color=82ca9d] “Something’s off,”[/color]

After grabbing the nearest fire extinguisher, Aki shouldered in the doors of the stage area. As much as he would have liked to say that it looked like a tornado had swept the room, Aki was pretty sure that the average tornado was not an incendiary blackout-inducing nightmare, so that analogy was a no-go. But, holy shit, what happened? An explosion was the first answer that came to mind. No, it wasn’t an explosive. A rough assessment of the situation showed that the students were relatively unscorched. Fuck, what was he meant to do? Look for a culprit? No, the safety of the people came first. Evacuate the students? There’s no way he’d be able to carry them all, plus there were injuries and the small fires to take into consideration. Oh right, the fires. Yes, that’s what he needed fix first and then after that, waking the students. Would smoke inhalation be a problem? Hopefully not. But the pool of blood with the Drama Club president lying it was definitely something to worry about. Apart from the fact that his entire back area looked like he accidentally fell on top of a giant mosquito, Kaede seemed unharmed if not a little dazed. Akihito went to work with the fires.

[color=82ca9d]“Rena-chan, see if you can help out Yamamoto-kun or wake up anyone else to help with this. Yamamoto-kun, are you alright?”[/color] he called out from the other side of the hall, intently foaming any signs of flame.

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