[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210324/c514e8101f58f889421092edb63edaa1.png[/img][/center][right][sub]April 11th - After School[/sub][/right][hr]
Oh god, they all wanted him to join. Daigo hovered in the doorway, wide-eyed and fidgety at the two practically guilting him into joining. It wouldn't have been so bad if not for the fact that Genki of all people was the one that had invited him. He could just say he was curious but wasn't interested and they'd probably leave him alone. Unless this 'Linda' girl knew who he was and was vehement in her attempts to scout him for her club. Still, that'd give him a bit of time to distance himself from the crazy drea- oh, what was the point? The illusion was already shattered. Genki was apparently on the first name basis with him now; no explanation for that other than they almost died together the day before.

[color=ff9933]"Y-yeah, he's in my class. I'm Hinari Daigo. I was just... err... curious. About the club,"[/color] He stammered. There was no escape from his torment; he could either suffer in a club with a constant reminder of that awful mirror world, follow his new friend around who was also a reminder of the mirror world, or go home and get yelled at. Hell was full and all the devils were here- [i]no-no-no, bad analogy, that just made him think of Hoshino, stop it![/i]

The ginger shook his head and forced a smile. Whatever, Genki hadn't actually brought anything up, so maybe he was just as eager to ignore the previous day's events as Daigo was. If he hovered close to the others, Genki probably wouldn't mention it anyway.

[color=ff9933]"Sorry. Nice to meet you, Maeda-kun, Mizuame-sen[i]pai[/i],"[/color] Daigo lilted as he made his way inside. He threw a quick glance at the remains of the French cake thing that Kaito had scraped into the trash. He definitely wasn't a pastry chef and quite frankly had no desire to try his hand at baking, but the mention of foreign cuisine was enticing enough. The redhead was perfectly content practicing the motions of Japanese cooking for hours like he would've done at home, but it never hurt to learn something new. At least until his dad called him a traitor that wanted to turn his restaurant into a westernized pizzeria or something. [color=ff9933]"That sounds cool. I'm really not all that knowledgable about foreign food beyond, y'know, eating it."[/color]

[hr][@Lord Orgasmo]