[center][h1]Bak Tsarevna[/h1][/center]

Bak lowered her guard as Vittorio suggested, and that was lucky because she very nearly swallowed her own tongue when the friendly ninja that had come to her aide three times in the apartment popped his head in through the hole she had blown. "Oh no, no no nonono, it was my fault." She said in response to his question, shaking her head from side to side. "That was not punishment missile, that was rescue-,"

"It's just a exhibition match, Bak," she heard a familiar voice say from behind the mask of the mysterious attacker. Celestine, the beautiful doctor lady that took care of Vittorio and patched up everyone when they got hurt. Bak very nearly physically shrank as the shame of nearly blowing up three friends, none of whom as far as she knew had done anything to warrant it, in about as many [i]milliseconds[/i] sank into her. She didn't even see the gym teacher approaching, eyes cast to the ground, until the woman laid a hand on Bak's head. It had its usual, instantaneous effect. Every other thought flooded out of her mind as she leaned into her hand like an eager cat, feeling for all the world as though she might lift right off the ground and sail away into the sky like a lost balloon at any moment. When Miss Maskono offered her a hard candy she took it robotically, without even thinking about it, only coming back down to earth once the woman had removed her hand from Bak's head and stepped away.

She hadn't heard anything during that time but she could guess that this was legitimate if Celestine was involved with it. The reality of the situation only became more apparent as guys who had been hanging out in the parking lot, no doubt drawn by the explosion, let curiosity lead them through the newly blown entrance to take in the fight that was happening between Between Celestine and the guy that had tried to get her to shoot the doctor. They sat on the walls and unused sports equipment, the occasional wolf whistle being directed Celestine's way. Bak made a mental note of the offenders, then nodded and raised her arm in the air. 

"Then I, Bak Tsarevna, in the name of the Student Council officially sanction this training club!" She shouted, bringing her hand down in the direction of the two fighters squaring off. "Begin!"

She started at the candy in her outstretched hand for a moment. It was lemon. Her favorite. She turned back to Yuuto and held it out to him, smiling apologetically. "I am sorry for almost hitting you with missile you did not deserve." 

Whether he too it or not, she next turned her attention to Vittorio. "This is pleasant surprise though. Did you too get hit in the face with flying flier? You do not seem interested in clubs, usually." It was really nice seeing him out here, taking an interest in something other than revenge and spinning pretty words together. Though she supposed this could be considered a revenge adjacent activity. 

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