[center][color=bc8dbf][h3][u]Tanigawa Yatsumi[/u][/h3][/color][/center]

The sound of an anime keychain clicking against the zip of her book bag announced the location of one Tanigawa Yatsumi as she skipped her way up toward Saint Lilium's gates. Her skin pale white from spending her whole holiday holed up in her room, seldom coming out for supplies or work. In her mouth bobbed a stick of chocolate pocky, which is [i]always[/i] good right after breakfast.  Over her uniform, she wore an open tan sweater, just like a main character in her favourite anime - she was the lead in her own anime, of course! And just like those anime characters she loved so much, she wore black thigh-high tights under her school skirt.

She was, of course, making a bee-line toward the Manga Club room, just to be sure that everything was as she left it, and she was eager to get working again; after all, the Manga Club was the best part of the school! She was sure that she'd see at least a few of her club mates from the year before in there by now. Yatsumi didn't really tend to talk to new people first, she was just too awkward for it - how do you even approach a new person without it ending up [i]really[/i] awkward?

Yatsumi's dream was to publish manga, and produce magazines like her favourite, [i]Manga Pop! Magazine[/i]. If she could even work for them in her life, even that would be enough. While she works part-time in a manga store, she aims to be the Manga Club's president so that she may start settling into a producing role and overseeing the whole manga being made, rather than just working on one part at a time.

As she approached the club room, she lit up upon seeing the sign above the door. As she slid the door open, she thought [i][color=bc8dbf]'Honey, I'm hooome~'[/color][/i]. She of course wouldn't have said that out loud in fear of somebody hearing her, then she'd have to fumble and try to explain that she's not totally mental. Dropping her bag on one of the desks, Yatsumi wandered about the club room. "[color=bc8dbf]Good, everything is as I've left it,[/color]" she said, as she fumbled about cabinets. She then spied one small,s crappy book in the back of the cabinet - it was the first manga that she had wrote in the club, and gods she was embarrassed of it - the pictures were sloppily drawn (compared to what she would do now, although it would still be considered average), and the story was incredibly cliche. She instantly tossed it back into the back of the cabinet as if it burned her. This year, she'd [i]definitely[/i] do much better than that garbage.

As soon as she was done snooping, Yatsumi settled into one of the chairs, folding her arms behind her head and closing her eyes. At last, she was in bliss.