Shinobu plucked out the club register. A thin blue book, it listed down just about every club and their members. He flipped over the pages, his eyes momentarily glancing past the name 'Akito Miyata'.

His eyes turned to his own arm. It was not easy to maintain physical strength close to a guy's with his body, but Shinobu managed. It involved a lot more exercise, and a few protein shakes. But it paid off; Shinobu was often the first to volunteer for any sort of heavy duty work, and no one ever suspected anything off about the contents of Shinobu's pants.

With an inward sigh, Shinobu looked towards Akina. And he realised he had nothing to say, and the nervous expression etched on his face said it better than the silence. 

"Uh... I don't know..." muttered Shinobu sheepishly. "It's fortunate that no one else is going to be entering here for some time. The President's sick, and the vice president is probably chewing out someone for leaving gum at the school elevator. Or something."

He giggled. "Maybe you could just decide later. Something not so physical. Or the girl's version of it."

Shinobu winked. It was time to mess with Akina, if just a little. He leaned back on his chair, staring at the ceiling. "What does your girlfriend think?" asked Shinobu.

He didn't actually know if Akito had a girlfriend.