[h1][color=firebrick]Yuuhei Seiho[/color][/h1]
Saturday Morning – Newspaper Club Room?

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The sad attempt at a smile fell a bit as Yuuhei realized that white haired girl seemed to be able to see right through him. It didn’t help that Natsumi then confirmed his suspicions that even she didn’t know what exactly was going on, but he didn’t have time to feel down about it. After all, he had to make sure that his cute new kouhai wasn’t left with a completely terrible first impression of him. So as Natsumi went to check out the hallway, Yuuhei started rummaging through his desk.

[color=firebrick]”I wouldn’t worry about Saika. If she was brought here with us, then we would be able to hear her raising all kinds of hell looking for the poor fool who thought they could get away with coming between her and club activities,”[/color] he replied, smirking a bit at the thought. While it was a bit of a half-truth, as he was genuinely concerned about what had happened to his vice president, worrying about her was unfortunately not going to accomplish much for any of them. 

And while he was on the subject of accomplishing things, where had he put that damn box? 

His amber eyes glanced over at Natsumi, who was currently on her phone, and wondered why he was stuck in this strange rendition of the school with her. The entire scenario felt like it had jumped straight out of a light novel, but there was usually more preamble to stories like that, wasn’t there? After all, Yuuhei had barely introduced himself to the girl before they were whisked off to an alternate world. 

[i][color=firebrick]’Or maybe it’s just a bad idea to try and explain real life situations with light novel tropes in the first place,’[/color][/i] he concluded as Natsumi let out a tired sigh, telling him that she likely had struck out with getting a hold of anyone with her phone. It was almost funny how the fact that their cell phones were not working was what got the blond to feel any kind of real fear, while the red liquid dripping down the walls and disembodied screaming had only managed to unsettle him. Hopefully that was because it meant that they were truly cut off from the outside world and not because he was useless without it like so many adults liked to believe.

Yuuhei realized that he was distracting himself from the matter at hand, and now Natsumi was looking to him for direction. A sudden smile overtook him. Not the crappy one that he had tried just moments ago in some vain hope to comfort his underclassmen, but a genuine one that exuded perhaps a bit too much confidence. He had been letting himself overthink things again. That wasn't like him. Or at least he had put a lot of effort to make that no longer the case. Besides, he had already come up with a plan.

[color=firebrick]”Well first,”[/color] he began, pulling out the small box he had been looking for, [color=firebrick]”We are going to arm ourselves with pointy things just in case this is indeed the set for a low budget horror movie.”[/color] Out from the box he produced one of his many steel tipped darts, which he still definitely did not own should a member of the discipline committee still be wondering, and held it up for the girl to see. Sure, it was only barely better than nothing, but the small weight in his hand provided him with some minuscule amount of comfort. 

[color=firebrick]”Then I think we should make all sorts of noise and see what comes out to greet us,”[/color] he said far too simply, his eyes with a devious glint to them. Sure, he was definitely guilty of leaving out the key details that kept his plan from sounding so suicidal, but even in this situation Yuuhei simply couldn’t pass up a chance to get a rise out of his quiet companion. 

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