[b]Suna Kumoshita[/b]

During the moment she wrote there was silence, except for the footsteps of the few students who stayed after the student council's loud speech, and the sound of graphene sliding against paper. With how vigorously Keiko scribbled on the notepad, words are hardly necessary to convey what Keiko meant. Still, he wouldn't bet on it and received the notebook. The lines she put down were bold and clear, "What the heck is your deal? Ugh. You ruined it! Ruined! That was the perfect chance for me to mess with the Prez!" she 'said'.

"Honestly, I don't know what my deal is, either." He rubbed the back of his head as he spoke, "But what making her angry would accomplish? The kind of satisfaction you get from making other people feel angry doesn't last. At all. The student council president is merely doing her job... No comment on the white-haired guy, though." Suna said, putting down his hand. He wondered if this girl knew the student council president personally, but he wouldn't ask. What he said just now he meant it. 

"Why'd you do that anyways!?...unless...Kahahaha~" was what written, accompanied with an adequate drawing of what she did just a few moments ago. He was about to respond, but that laughter at the end rendered him unable to respond seriously. His carefree smell melted into an almost-sneer. He quickly realized this, and struggled to rectify his expression. "You thought I was pretty and wanted to save me from getting sent to the disciplinary committee! Hahahaha, sorry you ain't got boobs. But lets say you become my henchman and I'll forgive you!~"

Honestly, Suna needed to look down on her figure and confirm that yes, she wore a skirt. What a twist. "Your henchmen, huh? I think I'm past that phase..." he said, with a look that suggests that he did consider it. Having ran through her reaction, Suna honestly was at a loss. A part of him knew that getting involved with this thick-headed girl might lead to bad things. Those types existed back in every school Suna had been in. [i]'No, I won't. If you want to continue causing trouble, it's up to you. Sorry for butting in your business.'[/i] was what he would've said. But another part of him says something different. A few days has passed since he entered Yamaku, and he had pushed away many people because of some sense of 'not belonging'. It's about time for that to change.

"So, how about this?" Suna took a pencil out from his bag, and made some scratches on the notebook. He crossed out the word henchmen, and wrote 'friends' above it. He showed it to the girl with a smile on his face. He didn't exactly know the ethics of doing this to a mute person's speech. It might be literally putting words in her mouth, but even so, he hoped what he meant could get across.