Sokaria makes his way through the school trying to dodge as many people as possible to get to the Club room that he was told where the Host Club was held. His blue hair resting on his shoulders and he carried a small bag with his stuffed cat in it and some spare cloths just in case. He has no idea why he is here and how he so easily found this room. Sokaria sighs and pushes open the double doors preparing himself for what may be behind these doors and what stuff He'll have to deal with for the rest of his school day and school year.