[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210324/c514e8101f58f889421092edb63edaa1.png[/img][/center][right][sub]April 11th - After School[/sub][/right][hr]
Who has a soft spot for a club they aren't even in? Who randomly asks about members of a club that they're not in?! This visionless villainess really was here for him! Why else would she ask such a weird question? Daigo stood motionless as Linda ratted him and Genki out, both utterly stunned by her candidness and completely unsure of how to proceed. No, it wasn't Linda's fault; that seemed an innocent question. She couldn't have possibly known those words hid the fangs of a vicious predator waiting to pounce on misbehaved students who dared trespass in haunted gymnasiums. Maybe he'd at least get lucky and she'd simply haul Genki away without much thought to him.

He should probably just remain really still. Or, no, stay quiet, she wasn't a dinosaur. Did dinosaurs actually sense movement or was that a movie thing? Wait, no, if he was suddenly quiet after being noisy earlier, he'd look suspicious - he needed to talk more! But what was he supposed to talk about? 

The redhead lifted his gaze from the floor, pupils blown out in abject horror. He didn't have time to decide. [color=ff9933]"H-hello,"[/color] He awkwardly greeted the girl at the door, though he quickly scampered off toward Kaito before she could respond, in hopes he'd appear distracted and unworth focusing on. She was likely sent up with Genki's name in mind; that would be her priority. Hopefully the dastardly lawbreaker Hinari Daigo would slip her mind, since he was probably assigned for someone else to track down. Wait, that meant he'd have to dodge [i]another[/i] council member later! And then he'd have to do it again tomorrow!

[color=ff9933]"So! Uh. I don't know much about pastries. What'd'you think you did wrong?"[/color] Daigo questioned with a fake cheeriness in his voice as he leaned on the counter next to Kaito's discarded dessert. His fingers clenched the edge of the countertop harder than any reasonable person should've been, but that was the only way the fidgety boy could think to keep himself from drumming out an anxious rhythm that might catch Ueno's ear. Not that it helped much - Daigo was bad at sitting still under the best circumstances; once he was nervous, all he could think about was a way to burn off that pent up energy. Quite frankly, he was so distracted by the electricity swimming in his veins that he'd forgotten why he was even so intent on stillness in the first place.

He kept his gaze focused on Kaito, though his feigned smile grew less enthusiastic with each passing moment, until eventually the boy caved and started shifting his leg side to side at an agitatingly fast pace. The relief was both instant and written all across his face, though quickly replaced by a bashful frown as Daigo refocused on the other second year in front of him. If Kaito was talking, Daigo didn't process any of it, and it only now occurred to him how pointless that entire discomforting ordeal had been.

Plus he definitely looked like a weirdo in front of his new maybe-clubmate. So that was always nice.

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