Well then. Sakaki had spent the past hour or so searching for that little piece of paper in the classroom and had found nothing. Having inquired about it to a classmate, she learned that it had flown out the door, and now she roamed the halls, searching for anywhere it might be or anyone that may have taken it. Passing by a random classroom and looking in, her eyes instantly zeroed in on a boy who now stood talking to a group of others. In his hand was that same sheet of paper, a sketch visible on it. Surreptitiously sliding the door open, she floated in silently, coming up behind the boy and reaching for the paper. Just three or four more steps...

The girl that had been bullied that morning suddenly shouted, startling Sakaki. She stumbled back a pace, and the illusion of invisibility was broken. Instead, she simply walked up to the boy and looked down at his frail face. "I am Sakaki Kimura. I believe you have something that belongs to me."

With that, she gripped the piece of paper and tore it out of the boys hands. Disaster. Complete and utter disaster. Why did I not act more tactfully? Now everyone in this entire ROOM knows that I draw this stuff. My life is over. Over. Glaring piercingly around the room, she headed for the door.

Maverick blinked. "Oh I'm sorry how did I not see you there?" He said to the male sitting next to Hotaru. Before he could say anything else someone asking about another third year came into the room. He recognized the name but didn't know where to find the person. She usually stuck to herself. Luckily he didn't have to answer the question because the female in question appeared at took the drawing out of the younger student's hand. "You know belle nobody here is going to make fun of you for drawing manga." He managed to say hoping that would stop her from leavening but he didn't show any sign of caring if she stayed or not. He turned his attention back to Hotaru. "How is your face doing. It looks better than earlier." He realized after it came out of his mouth that he may have come across a little rude. "I didn't mean it to be rude just so you know. You have quite a pretty face." He mentally slapped himself, he just couldn't figure out how to talk to her without coming across as a huge flirt or rude. And it didn't help that his hands flailed when he spoke in that usual Italian way. The stereotype that Italians couldn't talk without there hands was for the most part true. "I'm sorry if I am coming across weird it really isn't intended." He paused and realize her had yet to acknowledge the boy who had called him senpai. "Please don't call me that, I understand it is a custom here but where I come from Maverick does just fine." He still wasn't used to the customs of the country though he had lived her for four years. He turned back toward Hotaru when she mentioned a club. "What kind of club are you talking about?" He questioned, seriously curious.

((Sorry it has been so long I am at work on break right now so it may not make a lot of sense sorry just bare with me))

Hotaru was a bit surprised when Maverick asked about her face. She didn't think of it as rude at all. Her face honestly was pretty bad earlier after she smeared the blood from her nosebleed. Suddenly he complimented her by saying she had a pretty face as a reassurance of not intending to be rude. Hotaru became quiet and her face turned red. She quickly averted her eyes and stared blankly at her desk. I have a pretty face...? She thought to herself and then began giggling creepily once again, "Heheheh..." Hotaru immediately stopped after realizing she was probably giving her new friends the wrong image of herself. Maverick then asked about the club that she mentioned earlier.

"Oh, you're interested?" Hotaru sounded happy. "Well, I'm not sure exactly what we'd make a club for..." She looked away and rested her chin on her hand in thought. "There's not really anything at this school that hasn't been made into a club already, huh...?" She sighed and then thought of any clubs that she would be interested in joining. That was when the girl who threatened the bully from earlier came into the classroom and snatched a drawings from Haru's hand. She started leaving almost as soon as arriving. "Huh? Wait, why don't you stay here for the rest of the lunch period? I wanted to thank you for defending me earlier," Hotaru stood up and began walking toward her.

Sakaki stopped and closed her eyes. It had been a long, long time since she'd eaten lunch with someone else. She sighed heavily. Why not? It would at least serve to pass the time. She turned around and stared deeply into the girl's eyes for a good three seconds, then slid hers laconically closed once more and dropped her head a fraction of an inch. "I suppose. Your name?" she asked, settling into a desk in front of the one the girl was sitting in. She leaned her head back, letting her long hair pool on the floor. A flash of something other than black may have appeared somewhere in there, but it was gone before it was really there. She had a strange feeling of foreboding. Something bad was approaching, she could feel it. Today was going to be one of those days...

Something bad was approaching alright. People! All these. . .these people! So many of them. . .bad for his health! Tanaka could take a couple more, but this was putting him on edge. It was too much. . .too much! Tanaka's breathing began to become much more shallow now, and he slowly began grasping at the air. To anyone else, it looked like he was a dying fish. In all honestly, it wasn't like he was allergic to other people or anything. It's just that. . ..too many drained enough out of him. That, and the fact that all this paranoia and hysteria stemmed from his own introverted mind frame.

Out.

He had to get out.

Now.

"Quick! Jump out the window! Do something! Hide in the bathroom! Leave before anyone else shows up!"

Second year Shana and third year Sakaki showed up.

"Damnit! Damnit, damnit, damnit! Ok, don't panic. . .take slow breathes. . .I'd rather have my innards eaten out of me by goats! I'd rather have someone use my spleen as a basketball! I'd rather have someone turn me into a human puppet like that anime with the orange ninja named after freaking ramen! Get out now!"

In a flash, Tanaka leapt from his seat and prepared to leap out the window.

Then Hotaru announced her grand scheme. Her grand plan. A club. An actual school club.

Tanaka froze in place, the mere thought of such a thing paralyzing him with fear. That would mean. . .more than 3 hours of complete interaction! With other people. . .talking about their lives! The horror. . .the mutiny of it all! Too much. . .it was too much!

The second year fell backwards, temporarily rendered unconscious by the sudden realization, the sheer shock of it all. It was just too much for his introverted heart to handle. In his sleep, he was muttering a few words here and there.

". . . terrible. . ..other people. .. talking about our problems. . .three straight hours. . .after school. . ..no rest. . . "

Maverick leaned against a desk and crossed his arms. He was a little shocked at the younger female's burst of laughter but he ignored it. "It is true this school does have a bunch of clubs, I don't really know what type of club we would be able to form." He shrugged and looked over to the male who seemed to be having a heart attack. Maverick raised an eyebrow and watched him before he eventually passed out muttering stuff about to many people. He moved over toward Tanaka and poked his cheek. "Hey buddy, wake up, it isn't good to pass out like that, to much stress can really effect your health." He said as he continued to poke at him. "At least we know he isn't dead with all the muttering about to many people going on. Seriously there is only what four or five other people, guy must not get out much." He was more muttering to himself than talking to anybody else but it was loud enough for everyone else to hear, and her continued to try to prod Tanaka back to consciousness.

Shana watched in confusion as Tanaka had a mental breakdown. She wanted to help him out, or something, but judging by his current state she thought it best not to do anything.

She understood his feelings, she was once a major introvert too, and she herself had doubts about the club. If she was even welcome there.
As Tanaka passed out Shana scooted a little closer to the group and prepared herself for the worst as she asked no-one in preticular.

"Hey...um...I heard you guys talking about making a club..and, uh...I would like to hear a little more about it..."

At Maverick's constant poking, Tanaka grumbled awake, glaring up at the third year.

"I. Get. It. Now. Please. Stop. Poking."

Recovering from his temporary panic attack, Tanaka sat up and took even breathes. Looking around, he could see that there was, one, two, three, four, five, yes, five people around him! He settled down. Ok, five wasn't so bad. He could live with a club for six people including himself. That's when he noticed Shana join the group. If he remembered correctly, she too was once an introvert in their first year of high school. Had she overcome the disease?

"Disease? What am I saying? It's not a disease! It's an alternative way of living! A philosophy!"

Regardless, Tanaka breathed a sigh of relief. If there was someone with reason in this group, it'd be the fellow-

"Hey...um...I heard you guys talking about making a club..and, uh...I would like to hear a little more about it..."

. . .introvert.

Tanaka shook his head in disbelief. "Kiotori-san, you're not actually thinking of going along with this?!? Are you?!?" But apparently that seemed the case. Doomed. Abandoned. Outnumbered. Woe was him. If Shana was considering it, then all hope really was lost. Accepting defeat and the birth of this newfound club, he sighed heavily while rubbing his head. These people. He had a feeling they'd be the death of him soon enough.

"Someone just drill a hole though my brain and let it leak out," he muttered to himself quietly.

Shana turned to Tanaka and stated in a soft yet stern voice as she looked down at him with an almost hurt look.

"I'm not really considering it as of right now, I'm just curious. Don't you ever get curious about things?"

It was true that she had overcome some of her introvert-ness, but that sure as hell didn't mean that she was going to join some social club on a whim, and him thinking that of her seemed to strike a sour cord.

A club? Oh no. Definitely not. This was absolutely not going to happen. Sakaki stood abruptly, muttering some none-too-kind words, but as she rose from the desk, her hair caught on something and several strands tore out, accompanied by a slight gasp of surprise and pain and the clatter of a falling chair. They fluttered to the ground, uniformly black until the roots. They were a bright, attention-grabbing orange, the colour of freshly-polished copper. Sakaki suddenly changed profoundly. Her expression changed instantly from entirely impassive to horrifyingly, deeply anguished, the kind of emotional anguish that lasts a lifetime. She made a conscious effort to assume her usual face, but to no avail; everyone sitting there had obviously seen it.

She felt a stinging in the corner of her eyes and a single tear rolled down her face. Gritting her teeth, she rubbed away at her face with her sleeve. This is so completely humiliating. Somehow, though, through long practice, her composure reasserted itself and the incident ended. She swept the hairs from the ground and, seeing no further point to leaving, slumped down into the chair again, idly eating a piece of sushi with no real appetite. Well, there goes my carefully cultivated facade. I'm about to become a laughingstock, aren't I. It was not so much a question as it was a statement of fact.

Maverick stopped poking at Tanaka and took his original position. "As far as I know there isn't going to be a club there isn't anything we could do club wise so..." He shrugged and moved to lean against the nearest wall. "The club conversation is kinda pointless, unless we want to for a beat the crap out of Daichi club but something tells me one, if not two people in this room wouldn't be able to handle that." He was half joking when he spoke but he was also half serious, somebody needed to show that kid that he isn't as tough as he thought he was. Maverick touch his busted lip lightly, it had scabbed over but if you looked close enough it was slightly swollen. He was glad Daichi hadn't hit him very hard otherwise his mother would have a cow. A little busted lip he could hide of lie about but a fat lip, missing or broken teeth, or a broken nose he couldn't hide. "Either way I don't really think the club thing will happen. Of course if we all decide to be friends then we could simply hang out, we don't need to be a club to have an excuse to do something outside of school with each other." Not to mention he found clubs slightly stupid, of course he wasn't going to voice that opinion because he didn't want to hurt Hotaru's feelings.

Daichi was in judo club "YAH!" He shouted as he did a perfect flying kick "take that Maverick you COWARD!" H was slotting his anger out and destroying half the room "nobody insults daichi Hizuki and gets away with it" he said. A mysterious look crept into Daichi's eyes "if only they knew." A flashback appeared

A man appeared "Daichi, come out now!" "No!" He called "I don't want you to hurt me!" The man frowned and burst in the room "Dachi gurmo Hizuki, you are a menace! You will never amount to anything! You're no man your no son of mine!" The man brought out a long stick and lifted it above his head and when it almost hit Dachi..,

Flash! Back to reallity again "if only!"

Hotaru listened eagerly as people began giving their opinions on her club idea. The new, quiet girl said she was interested, but only interested in hearing about it. Tanaka seemed really against it, almost as if the idea was killing him. Sakaki seemed against it as well, considering she stood up a bit abrupty. Suddenly she was pulled back and her chair tipped over.

"A-ah, Kimura-senpai, are you alright...?" Hotaru asked a bit frantically. She could've sworn she saw a tear, but realized it was probably her imagination considering Sakaki regained her posture and sat back down as if nothing happened. That was a bit embarrasing... I don't want to make it worse on her so I'll keep quiet... She figured it was the best idea. Maverick then proceeded to give what seemed to be his final conclusion on the whole club idea and that was basically to just shove it aside because it's dumb and irrelevant. Well, that's how it was translated in Hotaru's mind at the very least.

"Hmph," she turned away and then stood up angrily. "It seems that none of you want to support me in my mission to create a club..." Hotaru began walking to the door and stopped halfway. "Well, I'm gonna go make one and no one can stop me! If you change your mind, feel free to come with me," she continued walking, stomping slightly. As soon as she slid open the door, a flying Daichi appeared and headed straight for Maverick. Hotaru winced at the impact. Wanting to avoid getting beaten up again, she left immediately to search for the student council president.

Shana looked with interest at Sakaki's duel colored hair, that was not something she had expected. She then grimaced slightly as Diachi's punches and kicks met Maverick.

Ugh, fighting. Such a useless pass-time. She thought, turning her gaze to the First Year walking out in a huff.
Why had she walked off? There had to be some people here who wanted to join.

Sakaki, no.

Maverick, no.

Tanaka, definitely not.

Daichi, why am I even considering him?!

Me, probably not...

Oh...I guess not.

Haru, looking concerned, ran out the door after Hotaru. By the time he caught up, he was breathing fairly heavily, but nothing too terrible. He slowed to a walk next to her, smiling. "I think a club is a good idea. I'll tag along, we just need to figure out what kind of club to make!" He took a bite of the apple Tanaka had given him, thinking it over before snapping his fingers and turning to her. "Hey, what about a club to help people make friends? This school seems to have the weirdest amount of antisocial people, so if we make a club to help them, this school might get a little bit friendlier!" His expression was open and earnest before realizing what he just said and shying away again.

"Man, I sounded dumb there. Sorry." His face became more inscrutable, almost pensive.

Hotaru calmed down a bit after entering the hallway. Suddenly Haru appeared next to her, breathing heavily. What? Is this guy really that unfit...? She tried to hold in her laughter, nevertheless she was happy that someone cared to join her. Haru seemed totally for the club and gave a few ideas of his own. While apologizing for the possibility of sounding ridiculous, he was interrupted.

"That's a great idea!!" Hotaru practically jumped after considering and basically deciding on making a club to help people around the school get friends. She subconsciously hugged Haru and began skipping down the hallway. "All we have to do now is find the student council pres-" She was suddenly cut off after stepping on something. Hotaru looked down and noticed the stepped on the hand of someone who was eating their lunch out in the hallway. She immediately panicked and bowed. "I'm so sorry! I-It was an accident!" She was frantically pulled out a pack of Doraemon bandages just in case he was bleeding.

Yumiko sighted, no food, no money, no one she could borrow money or food from. She read a few pages of her manga before she closed it and put it back in her bag, moving back to class. "Next time I should prepare some emergency lunch money I won't touch except in emergencies like this one... Well, hopefully time will fly by..." she mumbled to herself as she entered the school building. Soon she reached her class and simply let her fall down on her chair, for a few moments she stared at the ceiling before her stomache growled again.

Maverick sighed, apparently she had still taken it the wrong way. Calmly he walked out of the room and toward Hotaru and Haru. "I didn't mean I didn't want to help you I just meant that if we couldn't think of something we couldn't form a club is all." Maverick said when he finally caught up, it wasn't hard with his long legs, he was quite tall after all. "If you can think of something and get it approved then I will join you." His lazy smile returned to his face as he watched Hotaru apologize to the person she stepped on.

There Naoki was, munching on his food and wondering where to go eat, when all of the sudden someone stepped on his hand. Of course, Naoki recoiled and made some strange noise as he attempted to suppress the pain of getting landed on with all the weight of a 15-year old girl. That finally out of the way, he registered that the assailant was frantically apologizing to him and apparently holding Doraemon bandages. Which was odd, because bandages were for sharp damage, not blunt damage. ...Was this perhaps an example of a 'Meet Cute'?

Naoki looked up to the rather frantic Hotaru and gave his best smile... Though it was evident that his eyes were watering just a wee bit. "No-no! Don't wor-worry! I-It's perfectly fine...!" he said, stuttering due to the occasional suppressed sniffle. His hands were out in front of his, fanning back and forth in a 'no, stop' gesture.

Hotaru took a deep breath after the boy said he was okay. Being a little oblivious, she continued on her hunt for the student council president without realizing that stepping on his foot actually hurt. "Oh well, good thing you're okay!" She took a seat next to him and patted him a few times on the back with a wide grin. "So, if you don't mind, I was wondering if you could tell me how to get to the student council room?" Hotaru had placed the band-aids away in her skirt pocket and waited for a response. She then noticed Maverick catching up to them. "Ahah! Look who decided to join us! I accept your apology, by the way," she spoke in a cocky manner despite the fact he didn't really apologize for anything."Haru came up with this great club idea where we help people make friends,' Hotaru informed excitedly.