[B]Chiyu Shoukei[/B]

There were times when Chiyu Shoukei regretted being part of the Student Council.

Not because she disliked standing above her comrades in the student body or anything, especially when the events that had lead up to her taking power had allowed her to finally triumph over her hated foes, but hey, the workload was insane sometimes. With the new financial year soon to begin, it was that time again for the Student Council to review the expenditures of the clubs, and if necessary, increase or decrease their budgets to something more fitting of their situations. By the "Student Council", of course, that meant her, the Treasurer, who needed to stalk the campus grounds in search for club leaders to shanghai into talking about finances. Yeah, it was her job and she really needed to fulfil her responsibility as the "money person", but she'd been planning on going home to finish homework before the Prez had dragged her aside to send her out on this quest. Aahh, she was probably going to have to pull another late night again if she wanted to get that lab report in by tomorrow.

She'd have to slot in a nap during lunchtime tomorrow too.

Considerations of her workload and sleep habits aside, she really needed to come up with a better way of shaking down all the club leaders. Yamamura may not have been one of the largest high schools, but that didn't mean that hunting down classrooms for her fellow students wasn't a long and arduous affair. Her legs were already dying on her, and Shoukei wasn't even done yet! Well, she was nearly done, or at least, for today; not every club leader had been found, but on her list of people to talk to for her Treasurer job, she was already near the end. Just a few more names, and she could go home ... until she turned up the next day to find all the folks who hadn't chosen to be conveniently around.

Why did they have to make her job so hard?

Shoukei sighed, closing her eyes before opening them once again to look down at the notebook in her hands. Underneath a column of scribbled out names was "ARCHERY CLUB", the next group to be graced with her awesome presence. Sort of awesome presence. Not actually awesome presence. Actually given what she was about to reveal to them, she was probably going to be a hated presence. Like an insect that spread malaria. She needed to find their boss and give him the unfortunate news.

Well, not unfortunate for her, but they would see it that way.

Hopefully they wouldn't shoot the messenger.

They had bows, after all, and she was way too young to die.

With a deep breath, the pink-haired girl strolled down the hall and into the sports building, turning a few corners before she entered the archery room. Her feet squeaked against the floor material, a sound that she realised really wasn't going to help hide her presence at all. And it meant that they would be immediately wondering why she was here when she didn't even do archery.

She needed to get on the initiative.

Green eyes zeroed in on the most noticeable person in the room. Hoshitani Yuuga. Flashy dude. Brunette. Pulled off a ponytail better than her. Shoukei quashed that sudden spurt of envy; what was important was telling this guy about the budget stuff. But how could she start the conversation? Just say hi normally? Was that too casual? Be more formal? Polite? Start off with small talk before getting into the nitty-gritty? Wouldn't that be time-consuming too? She wanted to get her job done as quickly as possible, not laze around in a club full of archers. What was her tone supposed to be like? Actually, would Hoshitani be fine with her just bursting into his clubroom like that?

She pondered for a second. They were probably going to notice her all silent, actually. That wasn't good. She needed to get what she wanted to do as quickly and directly as possible.

"[color=DE6FA1]Yo senpai,[/color]" she blurted out, hand instinctively waving at Hoshitani in greeting, "[color=DE6FA1]we're cutting your budget.[/color]"

Fuck.

Way too direct. No mercy there. And she was stuck with this atmosphere now.

Welp, no choice but to keep going.

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