[center][h1][color=black]T[/color]OTSUKA [color=black]R[/color]YUSEI
[color=black]戸[/color]塚 [color=black]竜[/color]星[/h1][/center]
[hr][right][color=gray]a date where smartphones exist
i don't fucking know pm[/color][/right][hr]

[indent][color=c0c0c0]"Does it matter that much? They still chose to plaster us all over the front page—all of them are guilty on some level."[/color]

Maybe it was a little overzealous to condemn the entire club for the actions of a single member. But they all sat idly by and let it happen. Hell, the majority of them probably relished in it—they were all wannabe journalists, living in some backwater podunk town nobody cared about. This was probably the most exciting thing to happen in recent memory, maybe the only exciting thing to happen in recent memory. Like vultures to a fresh kill, they couldn't help themselves. The more he thought about it, the less the idea of beating the entire clubroom senseless seemed out of line. There had to be consequences for this, or he would have to deal with them trailing him for the rest of the school year, hoping desperately for him to do [i]something[/i] that would sell their stupid little rag.

[color=c0c0c0]"Whatever you decide to do, take me with you when you go. I wanna exchange some words with their editor."[/color] He eventually decided, tucking his hands into his pockets, [color=c0c0c0]"We still got like fifteen minutes. Wanna have a quick smoke? Could use one after all this bullshit."[/color][/indent]