There is one universal rule that avid readers should learn to respect, or ignore at their own peril: never read whilst walking. Sadly, Yuuki had never quite gotten this one into her head, and after picking up a folder full of manga (and not the compiled type, hence the use of a folder--an every page individually separated and filed in its own wallet) from her dorm, she started reading on the way to the literature club. Amazingly, she got most of the way there with no trouble, not even walking into anyone else. Then her luck ran out, and the small girl tripped.

Fortunately, Nadeshiko was there to stop the fall with her body, though she might be beginning to wonder why a girl whose idea of casual-wear was a blue-and-gold kimono was propped up by her body and still reading.

Embarrassment was the likely explanation.

That was the first challenger down. Five hits in her favor, and none made against herself. A sound victory for Regan, and she didn't even look like she'd broken a sweat. She'd need it, however, the way she'd let the challenge her. They only have to get five hits on her collectively before they win their challenge. But, even if they managed that...

Her next opponent took her place. She looked confident, if slightly anxious. The sound defeat of the previous challenger seemed to be getting to her, but only a little. She hoped Regan was more worn out than she let on. The sounds of their duels echoed against the relative silence surrounding them, the sounds of parrying and their voices as they strike.

Sayuri walks into the clubroom in, her usual black pants and white t-shirt, as the new captain, who's name escapes her, finishes a match with one of the third years and judging by her reaction it was without a single point. As the next student steps up and the take their places and begin the match she leans against the wall and assesses their styles. Smiling she enjoys the fight as both are very skilled. The captain seemed to have a slight upper hand but they were mostly even, 'They both seem like fun opponents to face... Especially the captain. Her skill reminds me of Mika's karate. Speaking of I wonder who would win if they faced each other...'

Reiko continued to stare downward at the floor, until her ears pricked up at the mention of the nickname, one of them anyway, that she so hated. Lifting her head, her cheeks still red as an apple, her expression changed from embarrassed to outright annoyance, annoyance that was frightfully close to anger. It was bad enough that she was forced into this performance, this utterly wasteful performance, it was now made worse as her eyes detected not just the pink haired Aino-san, but her little buddy, the one who so insisted on spreading another nickname Reiko hated. Red Shorts. Sitting next to the wonder duo was Kawase-senpai, who, inbetween her slight applause, was looking quite satisfied by way of smug expression on her face.

"Oh my GOD, I can't believe that worked!" Kawase said, rising from her chair. She began to chuckle, followed by Yazawa. Kawase made her way up to the front of the room, placing her hand on Reiko's shoulder, chuckling all the while. "You actually went through with it. I told Yazawa you would chicken out. I owe her a piece of cake!"

Reiko now looked around in confusion, eyes darting between her senpai and her classmates who were, if Reiko recalled correctly, uninvited. "What are you talking about, Kawase-senpai?"

"Ko-Ko, when has the drama club EVER put on a performance for the recruitment drive? We've got a booth and flyers, like everyone else." Kawase was holding back a fit of laughter. Reiko was finally putting everything together, and her eyes widened as the revelation hit her.

"So all this...was just...?" Reiko asked, stunned.

"That's right. A little prank, Ko-Ko. Oh man, you should've seen your face after you kissed Yazawa."

"You know, Kawase-san, Ko-Ko was really into it. She put effort into that kiss, and it was just rehearsal!" Yazawa couldn't resist getting her jabs in as well.

Reiko remained silent. What could she say? Sure, she could start shouting, start letting loose how wrong, how juvenile such a prank was, but what good would it serve? She gave a final look towards Aino and Aino's hanger-on, her eyes full of annoyance towards them, silently cursing them for bearing witness to this, for showing up after being told not to. And with a final look of disgust towards Yazawa and Kawase, Reiko rushed out of the club room, closing the door hard behind her.

She had no set destination in mind. She just wanted to get away, to put distance between herself and the club room. She set off down the hallway, not looking over her shoulder, her feet breaking into a jog.

Late, late, late. Thanks to her mother's tight schedule Yui arrived at the academy just now, missing the opening ceremony and the first day of classes. Not that it bothered her, and if it did it didn't show. First things first, Yui hauled her stuff to the dorm she would be staying in for the rest of the school year. Being in a new, unfamiliar place surrounded by unfamiliar faces was kind of scary yet exciting at the same time. She still had no idea who her roommate is, seeing as how she wasn't at the dorm when Yui dumped her junk in the corner. Whoever she is, she is in for a surprise when she discovers the toy spider Yui hid under her pillow.

After not bothering to unpack, Yui decided to explore the campus while the sun was still shining. Perhaps she should've put on the school uniform since she didn't know how strict the academy was with that kind of thing, oh well. It appeared the other students were checking out the clubs, maybe Yui should too. As she wandered about it finally dawned on her that this is an all-girls school. As in, no Y chromosomes at all. It was kind of odd when Yui thought about it, like a bowl of Lucky Charms with only marshmallows.

Eventually she found out through a teacher that the school used to have a photography club but it disbanded after interest was lost. If she could recruit two more members maybe she could restart the club, but for now she decided to check out the old club room. It wasn't very big at all, with a single table in the center and several chairs around it. There was an assortment of film on the shelves, Porta, Velvia, Ektar... some expired most still new. The door leading into the darkroom was stiff and required some force to enter. Inside the light switch activated a dim red light that just barely illuminated the little room. Development tanks gently covered in dust and half-empty bottles of chemicals neatly organized against the wall. Most of it still looked fresh and ready to use. It'd be a shame to let it all go to waste, surely Yui could borrow the club room seeing as how no one was using it anyways.

After leaving the room Yui saw out of the corner of her eye a girl in a kimono reading a book about to crash into another girl. Instinctively Yui whipped a little black camera covered with stickers out of her pocket and snapped a photo just as the two bodies collided. Nice desu ne~ she murmured to herself.

Mira listened to the conversation, shocked at how cruel The Club President was to poor Reiko-Chan. All that work making posters for a play that wouldn't even take place. Now she was regretting attending this rehearsal, all it did was embarrass Reiko even more. Reiko probably thought she was in on the whole thing. Shaking her head with a sigh, Mira went out into the hallway, unsure if Tohru had followed, but still speaking in general.

"Maybe we should give her time to be alone..." She whispered, watching Reiko jog down the hall. Folding her arms, Mira headed back into the music room, perking up instantly when she got there.

Well....whatever bit of jovial laughter she was reserving for after she left the "performance" had instantly dissipated as Tohru caught wind of the equally insidious giggles erupting upon the stage towards the deeply mortified Reiko. True Tohru was in on the laughter, but for a different reason other than what this b*tch with too much makeup on and her black haired lackey had in mind. As it turns out, the whole damn drama club was in on this cruel and malicious spectacle, everyone of those ungrateful sh*theads were cackling their heads off with illfully satisfied glee at Reiko's painful embarrassment...at their hands no less. Just seeing how much that poor girl was hurt...just by catching that swift glance towards Tohru before Red-Shorts scampered away scornfully with the slam of the door echoing behind her....oh...it burned the rocker inside, burned her with a fury that was blazing from the very blackest pit of Hell imaginable. "F*cking bullsh*t......" The metal-head growled under her breath, her fearsome eyes slitting into sharp daggers aimed at those girls, the ones who had just put Reiko through thirty long...agonizing seconds in Hell.

Bitterly rising from her seat, she would've followed Mira-chan out of the auditorium and back to the music room, not speaking a word of this ever or any word as they quietly made their way back to the classroom with mournful expressions upon their faces, but the expression upon Tohru's face was more than mournful....it was anger, rage, and absolute contempt for the drama club, mainly their b*tch of a president to pull such a horrible prank of Reiko. "Bravisime." Mockingly, she applauded as she slowly approached the stage, her false claps echoing against the thick walls along with the clop of her heavy boots. "I was certainly moved by your performance, girls, both me and Mira-chan. It really showed us something deep down inside, and you know what that is?" Her voice, her words, they were poisonous and dripping with venom as she spoke sarcastically, her tone suddenly reverting to a stern and harsh growl, "It's that you guys are nothing but a bunch of f*cking sorry b*tches for hurting Red-Shorts like that! Now I enjoy a prank as much as the next happy jester, but when you take it too far like you f*cks did, it's barely even funny, is it?" Snarling through her teeth in paroxysm was the vicious rocker chick, her dark green eyes alight with such hellish fires, she could scald these ungrateful sods with her hateful glare, a terrifying look of disdain that now fell upon the makeup chick and her f*cking sidekick, "And as much as I'd like to kick your sorry asses in front of everyone, for instigating this little facade, I don't feel like getting kicked out right now, so I'll just leave you with a warning. You f*ck with Red-Shorts again, I won't hesitate once to come after you, ALL of you! Because there's nothing more nauseating to me than a bunch of bullies ganging up on a defenseless girl like her."

It wouldn't be worth beating the hell out of them anyways. One thing about bullies, Karma was always waiting in the wings to f*ck them up, just as they f*cked with others, so just pounding that b*tch Kawase or whatever her name was, it would be about the same as kicking someone when they're already down. Turning away from the drama club after her violent tongue lashing towards the assholes, Tohru began her stride off the stage, but not before noticing a little stage fixture that was set up. "Oh by the way," She scoffed, her boot instantly connecting with the wooden cutout of a crudely painted tree in a brutal kick, toppling it to the ground with a resonance of thunder through the auditorium. "You might wanna pick that up." One last spit of venom to the bastards before she left the auditorium with her own slamming door. But once the rocker was out in the hallway, her brief surge of anger had dissipated as well. Now in its place....that burdening sting of guilt and sadness. And to think...I nearly laughed at that....man, I'm f*cked up. She had only hoped that this didn't hurt Reiko too much....too much to the point she may do something...drastic. No...I don't even wanna think about that.... Giving a deep sigh, she looked down the hall, no sign of Reiko, but there was the familiar sight of a pink haired girl...almost sharing the same expression as Tohru. "Hey. Mira-chan, wait up." A short jog and Tohru was already next to her, that disheartening look of the girl mirroring her own exactly. "What do you think we should do about....Red-Shorts....?"

Regan's movements are fast, but they seem... heavier. She's used to a swinging around something heavier than a wooden sword. Her second opponent tries to use heavy strikes to try and break her guard, but finds it futile. On the last hit, she changes her strategy, trying to beat Regan with speed, and manages to slip past her defenses, nicking her.

"Tch." Regan calls herself on the hit. "Congratulations, Yumi-chan. You struck my side." She rolls her shoulders, frowning thoughtfully. It was 3-1 right now, which means the four remaining just needed four more hits on her. It was too early to let herself get hit any more... more than that, if she was letting herself get here, then how would she fair against an opponent that wants more than just her place as Captain?

"But can you hit me again?" She changes her stance just a little, shifting her weight lower. She has to remember she's wielding something light, made of wood, not metal. And so was Yumi, and the rest of them. She didn't need to dedicate so much strength to blocking. The next hit goes quickly, in Regan's favor, and the next. She stepped up her game.

Two down, and she'd been hit once. Four hits over the next three opponents... and she couldn't be sure how their skill compared between them. Before her match with her next opponent began, she spotted Sayuri enter the club room. She smiled softly to her and nodded her head in greeting, but she couldn't turn her attention away from her opponent for too long. Three more, before she could greet their new member properly.

The next match passed without a hit against Regan, but the fourth challenger landed two, leaving the final challenger with only two hits to land against her. These successive matches were wearing her down, though her endurance was something to be admired. Two hits pass in Regan's favor before they land a hit on each other. The student chosen to judge the matches calls it a tie, awarding each a point. The pressure was on, now. She had two points to score and no room to get hit again, it was all or nothing. Regan's stance changes again, this stance leaving her open but ready to strike quickly. Her opponent was too eager to exploit the opening, and found herself hit before she could go through with her swing.

One more point, and another change in stance. This one seemed defensive. Trying to bait the girl with the same plan wouldn't work twice, she knew better. She parries the others offensive for a good while, waiting, biding her time. She had to be patient. At last, the overhead strike she'd been looking for. One hand drops from her sword to allow her to catch the wooden sword on the hilt. She deflects it aside with a flick of her wrist and brings her shinai back in the same motion, returning the hand to the sword and scoring her final point with a disarm. "Victory is mine. You all fought well." With that, she stands straight and bows to her opponent. "Now, I'd like to begin discussing what we're going to do for our recruitment fair. The five of you, begin polling our members while I greet our newest."

With that, Regan walked over to Sayuri, smiling warmly. "Hello, there. Hiryuu Regan, Captain. Glad to see you here."

Nadeshiko Kazamatsuri

"Y-y-yeah, um... I w-was just... Just taking Himawari-ch-chan to the... The clubroom, eheheh." Nadeshiko giggled nervously, winking at the chief. "Y'know, um... Th-there's no-one else th-there, r-right~?"

"Oh, I see..." Chief Takahashi raised an eyebrow, before propping back her glasses, the lenses glinting sinisterly in the light. "You're not officially a member again yet, Kazamatsuri, and it would be wrong to enlist you in this fight right now... But I suppose you can use the room with your girlfriend as long as you clean up afterwards!" The chief smirked, causing Nadeshiko to involuntarily step backwards a few paces, hiding behind Himawari as Takahashi began to walk off. "I need to round up troops and supplies first, anyway... For tonight we of the mighty doujin club shall declare war on all who oppose us! Like the music club, and the literature club, and the kendo club, the aikido club, the..." Even as she walked off, the sound of Takahashi listing off seemingly every other club in the school echoed through the halls.

"Eheh, um, w-well, um... S-so, um, the d-doujin club r-room is empty so, um, uh... W-wah!" The feeling of something soft colliding with her back caused Nadeshiko to jump forwards, accidently copping a feel of Himawari's backside in the process.

...Well, "accidently", but still.

"...Oh, um, uh, eheh..." Nadeshiko smiled perversely when she turned to see just what had hit her. It was... A really, really cute girl! And that kimono looked so good on her... And... And weren't you supposed to go commando whilst wearing those? And colliding into her like this... This was a relationship flag if ever there was one! ...Clearly, this meant she was already locked onto the harem route! "Eheheh, um, y-you're... You're w-welcome to c-cum... I m-mean, um, c-come with us t-t-too eheheheh~"

"..."

There was only one real response Himawari could muster to what had transpired. Well, aside from blushing. And mustering up any remote focus in the wake of all the rapid-fire perverse comments(was this entire club perverted? Seriously?), the brunette made to turn... and then let out a yelp when she felt a hand squeeze her backside. Himawari's cheeks flushed deeply at the sensation. This was so embarrassing, why was it happening again?! Why was Nadeshiko so... so weird! She was even trying to be nice to her and it was just... just... Okay. She could be nice to her when it was reasonable, but this time...

Himawari turned completely... and her eyes fell on the reason that Nadeshiko had jumped. A girl with a folder or something. And a kimono. She was... only slightly taller then Himawari herself if at all, and she looked kind of familiar to the brown-haired girl. But at the moment she was too embarrassed to work on recalling names or remembering why she could be running around in a kimono, if she really was familiar. But at the moment she just couldn't place her...

... No, her focus was more on that pervert, Nadeshiko. Frowning, she raised her hand and... brought it down in a chopping motion onto the black-haired girl's head.

"She doesn't need you making perverted comments to her!" she declared, "And don't go implying I'm your girlfriend, we just met today! I'm just keeping an eye on you to make sure you don't go saying weird stuff like that without me knowing!"

Yuuki got back to her feet so quickly that, had she fallen backwards, one would swear that she was a vampire; possibly one somehow related to Sir Christopher Lee and cheesy B-Movies. Now, even burying her face into the pages wasn't enough to obscure the blushing, and Nadeshiko's suggestion that she should come with them... the mute girl replied as emphatically as she could, shaking her head vigorously at the suggestion of going with two complete strangers to the clubroom. Wait... Himawari?

Head raised, Yuuki looked at the other girl. So... Himawari was with her? She couldn't be that bad, then... and she was the class president or something, now that she thought about it.

Sophia sighed in defeat as she rode in the back of her fathers sedan. She had wanted to get to school on time today but her incessant mother just had to go get professional pictures with them all. Apparently it was a big deal that this would be her first school since moving to Japan from the United states. Her mother was incredibly sentimental and persistent when she wanted something. Though the pictures didn't take up all of her day getting lost in the streets of japan definitely was the nail in the coffin for her hopes of getting to school remotely on time. She would have to deal with it and wait for tomorrow. She was actually mildly excited for school. It was something new and the idea of living on campus seemed... strange. But in a good way of course. No longer having to come home to her parents constantly barraging her with questions about her day. She didn't think much about it so there was never much to tell. She was far too apathetic and melancholy to take enough notice of things to bring back a story to tell.

Finally they arrived, the brakes squeaking quietly as they came to a stop. She was quick to hop out of the car and collect her two suit cases. Before she could escape her father was there and grabbing at her arm to keep her from running off.

"Hey hey, aren't you going to say good bye?" Her father teased, a warm smile on his face. She liked her father, he always spent so much time trying to keep her happy and get a smile on her face. That and the whole genetically prone to being a daddy's girl helped that along.

She smiled barely, turning around to face him. She dropped her bags and gave her father a strong hug. He smiled and returned the hug, kissing her on the top of the head. "See ya kiddo. Call us when you can. You know how your mother worries." Sophia rolled her eyes, one thing she knew very well was how much her mother worried.

"See ya dad.." She spoke softly, just barely too loud to be considered a whisper. With that her father ruffled her hair one last time teasingly and went back to the car before driving off.

She sighed, 'Did he have to mess up my hair on my first day...' whining to herself. She picked up her bags and was off past the gates and towards the school. She came across the bulletin board. She saw her name she read on, though it took her a while to comprehend all the words; She spoke japanese fairly well though she might forget what a certain hiragana symbol was. She then turned on her heels and made her way to check out the school before finding her room. She entered one of the buildings, walking down the hall at a leisurely pace; checking out the artwork and decorations throughout. As she came into a cross section where two hallways met in a crossing she suddenly slammed into someone. She bounced back and landed hard on her bottom, groaning as her backside throbbed from the hard landing. Looking up she saw who she ran into, her unnaturally bright blue eyes blinking to make sure what she saw was real. It was a young looking girl with short hair. She had tears swelled under her eyes as if she were on the verge of tears. "Oh! I am very sorry!" Sophia spoke out sincerely in the best Japanese she knew, the words a little choppy but never the less correct. She worried she hurt the girl and she was going to cry but in fact the girl had just been the brutal end of a mean prank.

Sophia pushed herself up to her feet and held out her hand to the girl to help her up. "Please don't cry. I didn't mean to hurt you." She apologized sincerely.

G-girlfriend?! Did that girl talking to the girl who was bumped into by that other girl call that one girl her girlfriend? But they're both girls! So that kind of thing does happen at an all-girls school Yui thought to herself, highly intrigued for some reason. Maybe she'd follow them and observe/take pictures. That wouldn't be stalking would it? No, no it's street-photography, people do it all the time. Completely normal nothing creepy at all. Peeking her head around the corner, she watched as the three girls headed off somewhere. Was Yui witnessing an all-girl love triangle? Quickly she fumbled into her pockets for her camera, only to realize she was using the one with the wide-angle lens. When she held up the camera, the three girls looked like ants on the screen. No way there was enough time to go back to her room and switch cameras, she'd have to get closer. Much closer. She conspicuously shambled closer to them, camera in hand, occasionally hiding behind corners and objects if any of them looked behind.

Hikaru slowly walked out of the music room, her violin still in her hands, however back in its case. She tried to remember the way that one girl... Regan, was it, gave her. Ah, now. Around this corner she waltzed and could already see the dojo, or whatever they call it here.
She slumped against the wall, her violin on her legs, and watched the girls fight. In particular, she spotted Regan fighting and winning most battles decisively. "Mhhh, she's good. Even I'll probably have trouble beating her", she murmured to herself. She continued quietly watching the ongoing fights and meets waiting for either Rika to appear or for Regan to speak to her. She did originally come to ask for some tips for her hair, yeah...

Sayuri was pulled from her thoughts by the captain walking up and introducing herself, "Hello Regen I'm Sayuri. Just came in to see what was up during the first day," she looks around, "Also I'm here to let you know I'm not going to be here every day. I visit various martial arts clubs and spare some of the members to keep my things different. I will be here often so you won't have to worry."

Taking another look around the room she notices a very unhappy looking girl in red shorts move quickly past the open door. She turns to leave the club room, "Umm... I'll catch you later I gotta go do something. I will be coming for the next couple days though so don't worry we'll have time to talk."

Hurrying after the girl she wonders how much trouble she was going to get in at this school on the behalf of others, 'From what I've heard from Mika there's been quite a bit of bullying here. Though with the type of school I shouldn't be surprised...' noticing she's falling behind she starts moving faster noticing that there was a crossing hallway up ahead. As she was about to call out to the student another girl came from one of the other hallways and they collided. Slowing down she walks over to the two as one helps the other up.

El_Tigre said
Sophia sighed in defeat as she rode in the back of her fathers sedan. She had wanted to get to school on time today but her incessant mother just had to go get professional pictures with them all. Apparently it was a big deal that this would be her first school since moving to Japan from the United states. Her mother was incredibly sentimental and persistent when she wanted something. Though the pictures didn't take up all of her day getting lost in the streets of japan definitely was the nail in the coffin for her hopes of getting to school remotely on time. She would have to deal with it and wait for tomorrow. She was actually mildly excited for school. It was something new and the idea of living on campus seemed... strange. But in a good way of course. No longer having to come home to her parents constantly barraging her with questions about her day. She didn't think much about it so there was never much to tell. She was far too apathetic and melancholy to take enough notice of things to bring back a story to tell. Finally they arrived, the brakes squeaking quietly as they came to a stop. She was quick to hop out of the car and collect her two suit cases. Before she could escape her father was there and grabbing at her arm to keep her from running off."Hey hey, aren't you going to say good bye?" Her father teased, a warm smile on his face. She liked her father, he always spent so much time trying to keep her happy and get a smile on her face. That and the whole genetically prone to being a daddy's girl helped that along.She smiled barely, turning around to face him. She dropped her bags and gave her father a strong hug. He smiled and returned the hug, kissing her on the top of the head. "See ya kiddo. Call us when you can. You know how your mother worries." Sophia rolled her eyes, one thing she knew very well was how much her mother worried."See ya dad.." She spoke softly, just barely too loud to be considered a whisper. With that her father ruffled her hair one last time teasingly and went back to the car before driving off.She sighed, whining to herself. She picked up her bags and was off past the gates and towards the school. She came across the bulletin board. She saw her name she read on, though it took her a while to comprehend all the words; She spoke japanese fairly well though she might forget what a certain hiragana symbol was. She then turned on her heels and made her way to check out the school before finding her room. She entered one of the buildings, walking down the hall at a leisurely pace; checking out the artwork and decorations throughout. As she came into a cross section where two hallways met in a crossing she suddenly slammed into someone. She bounced back and landed hard on her bottom, groaning as her backside throbbed from the hard landing. Looking up she saw who she ran into, her unnaturally bright blue eyes blinking to make sure what she saw was real. It was a young looking girl with short hair. She had tears swelled under her eyes as if she were on the verge of tears. "Oh! I am very sorry!" Sophia spoke out sincerely in the best Japanese she knew, the words a little choppy but never the less correct. She worried she hurt the girl and she was going to cry but in fact the girl had just been the brutal end of a mean prank.Sophia pushed herself up to her feet and held out her hand to the girl to help her up. "Please don't cry. I didn't mean to hurt you." She apologized sincerely.

Reiko's eyes had been cloudy, tears were falling as she ran, only the light wind in her face from her swift movements keeping her from breaking out into a full bawling. How could they do something so cruel? When Reiko joined the club in her first year, it was both out of a casual interest and because the club president, then a third year, had personally invited her. She was the only other student that Reiko felt comfortable talking with, and she in turn made Reiko feel comfortable; she was the closest thing she could consider a friend at Lilium. Of course, the president was popular with the other members of the club, including Kawase, the successor. Reiko spent her time as a first year member performing stand in roles at rehearsals, scene swapping during intermissions, and getting to know the club president.

What Reiko didn't know was that to some, Reiko's friendship with the club president was taken in the wrong context. Kawase felt stronger feelings, and ever since Reiko joined Kawase felt her chances were diminished. Some girls just couldn't let things go.

But what could Reiko do now? Could she return to the club, full of members who were openly laughing at her? Who had allowed such a prank to go through? She had nowhere else to go...but then again, clubs were not mandatory. She could quit. She could quit and spend her free time in her room, away from the vipers that made up the population of this institution.

The next thing Reiko felt was the sudden feeling of her body making contact with another person. And then the feeling of hitting the ground. Reiko closed her eyes, choosing instead to stay on the ground to process everything, to let her recent experience settle in her head. She shivered slightly, as if coming inside after being out in a snowstorm. The girl she had collided with apologized first, in a choppy accent, but with clear meaning behind that. It didn't sound like the heavy accent of the blonde girl she shouted at earlier.

Reiko opened her eyes, less clouded as her watery tears were starting to dissipate. A bright pair of blue eyes met her gaze. Reiko shook her head but took the hand and got to her feet, brushing flecks of dust and dirt from her skirt. "Th..thanks." Reiko spoke in her low hum of a voice. "You didn't hurt me. I wasn't watching where I was going. Sorry." She punctuated her apology with a sincere and quick bowing. Reiko brough her hand to her eye and wiped away the lingering traces of her previous crying.

"You don't plan to join, then?" Regan frowned softly, though the girl she had addressed was shortly distracted and ran off to somewhere. Regan sighed softly as she watched her move so quickly away, though her attention was soon gained by another. She was sitting off to the side, watching. Must have been waiting. Did she want to join, then? The half-German smiles softly and approaches the girl, bowing politely. "Hello. Hiryuu Regan, Captain of the Kendo club. Are you interested in joining? Wait a minute... oh, you're the girl from lunch. Hey, glad you found the club alright. So, did you want to join?"

"Well, I actually came on Rika's suggestion. She still had something to do so I came alone. She sorta told me, you know a bit about hair and stuff, because I want to have a new style that doesn't make me look like Suzumiya. But I feel this isn't the right time for this, eh? Anyway, I'm already in the music club, but I can sorta join you in some practice rounds, I guess. Some physical practice wouldn't hurt." Hikaru shrugged and stretched her muscles.
"By the way, in case you didn't catch it, Akira Hikaru, first year." She saluted and took a bow.

Mira turned to face her dark-haired friend, her own facial expression almost mirroring Tohru's as they were both pretty upset about the little prank. She frowned thinking about Reiko, the poor girl. If anyone ever did that to someone in the music club Mira would show them a completely different side of herself, probably enough to rival that of her rocker friend. She had sworn that when she took the position of Club President that everyone would be treated fairly and with respect... That was the only way she could see this year being better than the last. Sighing, her arms came to fold across her chest. She seemed to be thinking about something, having an internal battle of sorts as the urge to go chase down Reiko was very hard to fight.

"I...I don't want to hurt her feelings anymore, Ru-chan." She whispered, glancing at her platform shoes with a deep exhale. "Letting her be is the only way she'll maybe stop being so distant. I mean, I don't think I would want to face you, or anyone if that happened to me." Mira refocused on Tohru, a weight lifting off of her shoulders as their eyes met. Talking with Tohru always seemed to make things better... Plus, she was proud of Tohru for not blowing up on the drama club after what happened.

"Looks like I'll have to throw those posters out and actually be a real President now, huh?" Mira said nervously, a small smile forming on her lips followed by a light pink on her cheeks. She was really quite embarrassed that she got so excited over a fake play and the opposite of what she intended to do happened.

Nadeshiko Kazamatsuri

It was a good thing Nadeshiko hadn't noticed someone was spying on her, as if she did... Well, despite how open she was about her pervertedness, she was still rather shy and awkward. She'd probably freeze up completely if she realised Yui was there. Thankfully, she had other things to focus on right now.

...Like how adorable Himawari was being. And how... Soft the quiet girl was.

"Eheheh, y-you're s-so... So tsundere, Himawari-ch-chan~" Nadeshiko giggled, her hand still not leaving Himawari. Were she feeling a little bolder, she may have even given it a good squeeze. "Y-you don't... D-don't need to m-make up excuses eheheh."

The other girl had been rather noticably quiet the whole time. It was... Rather adorable, really. And she was trying (and failing) to hide her blush behind her book too! She was so... So...

Kyaaaah, she's so moe!

"Eheheh, um, I... I d-don't hear a n-n-no, eheh..." Nadeshiko grinned perversely at Yuuki, her eyes lowering and fixating on her chest as she added, in a barely audible whisper, "S-so soft..."