Maverick blinked. "Oh I'm sorry how did I not see you there?" He said to the male sitting next to Hotaru. Before he could say anything else someone asking about another third year came into the room. He recognized the name but didn't know where to find the person. She usually stuck to herself. Luckily he didn't have to answer the question because the female in question appeared at took the drawing out of the younger student's hand. "You know belle nobody here is going to make fun of you for drawing manga." He managed to say hoping that would stop her from leavening but he didn't show any sign of caring if she stayed or not. He turned his attention back to Hotaru. "How is your face doing. It looks better than earlier." He realized after it came out of his mouth that he may have come across a little rude. "I didn't mean it to be rude just so you know. You have quite a pretty face." He mentally slapped himself, he just couldn't figure out how to talk to her without coming across as a huge flirt or rude. And it didn't help that his hands flailed when he spoke in that usual Italian way. The stereotype that Italians couldn't talk without there hands was for the most part true. "I'm sorry if I am coming across weird it really isn't intended." He paused and realize her had yet to acknowledge the boy who had called him senpai. "Please don't call me that, I understand it is a custom here but where I come from Maverick does just fine." He still wasn't used to the customs of the country though he had lived her for four years. He turned back toward Hotaru when she mentioned a club. "What kind of club are you talking about?" He questioned, seriously curious. 

((Sorry it has been so long I am at work on break right now so it may not make a lot of sense sorry just bare with me))