[h2][center][color=2E8B57]Akio Nagasawa[/color][/center][/h2]
Involved in making his cat’s cradle with the help of telekinesis, Akio felt his fingers starting to get sore – there were already red rope imprints running along all ten of them – due to the improper type of a rope he was using and was even aware of sweat beginning to accumulate on his forehead. He thought of making just three more shapes or so before quitting for the time being but was interrupted by a quiet masculine voice speaking up right next to him. Akio startled slightly and looked up at Saito in surprise. Oh, how could he have not noticed the teen standing right next to him? That- that was just so [i]rude[/i] and…and [i]extremely[/i] embarrassing. Thankfully, if quite unexpectedly, the president just complimented him. And encouraged him. [color=2E8B57]“Oh. Oh, thank you. I’ll keep that in mind,”[/color] Akio replied in just as low of a tone as Saito had used.

Before he could begin disentangling his intricate rope creation still settled on his fingers, however, the blonde delinquent, Akira, once again made a [i]memorable[/i] entrance. And once again, Akio gaped at him in horrified astonishment. But he could probably honestly say that at least this time, he clicked his mouth shut faster than on the previous similar occasion. The blonde decided to compliment him as well, and Akio blinked once, slowly, as he contemplated how unlikely it was that he had just been subjected to two subsequent interactions that he hadn’t even imagine could or would happen. [color=2E8B57]“Thank you, Akira,”[/color] Akio replied nevertheless – politely, because he definitely didn’t want to find himself on the bad side of this particular boy.

Akio then finally untangled the cat’s cradle, stored the rope back into his bag, and rubbed his fingers to get the blood there back to circulating properly. He shouldered his bad, and went to hover besides Saito to wait for his instructions, standing at a polite distance both from the club president and the girl standing next to him. And gods, did he wish that he at least knew the brownie girl’s name! The name of a person who was willing to share such treats freely was worth knowing, but unfortunately, he did not. He was just contemplating whether to simply ask or not, when he heard part of what she had said to Saito. [color=2E8B57]“You have siblings?”[/color] Akio asked curiously, not having much (or any) experience interacting with younger children. [color=2E8B57]“Ah, sorry,”[/color] he smiled somewhat weakly at her, his mind insistently screaming at him that this was a good opportunity and that he shouldn’t let it pass by. [color=2E8B57]“I’m Akio, as you may already know. I’m afraid I hadn’t caught your name earlier, however.”[/color] He gave her what he hoped was a polite and earnest look, though he had the niggling suspicion that his neutral expression would, as it often did, come across as cold.