At Maverick's constant poking, Tanaka grumbled awake, glaring up at the third year.

"I. Get. It. Now. Please. Stop. Poking."

Recovering from his temporary panic attack, Tanaka sat up and took even breathes. Looking around, he could see that there was, one, two, three, four, five, yes, five people around him! He settled down. Ok, five wasn't so bad. He could live with a club for six people including himself. That's when he noticed Shana join the group. If he remembered correctly, she too was once an introvert in their first year of high school. Had she overcome the disease? 

[i]"Disease? What am I saying? It's not a disease! It's an alternative way of living! A philosophy!"[/i]

 Regardless, Tanaka breathed a sigh of relief. If there was someone with reason in this group, it'd be the fellow-

[i]"Hey...um...I heard you guys talking about making a club..and, uh...I would like to hear a little more about it..."[/i]

. . .introvert.

Tanaka shook his head in disbelief. "Kiotori-san, you're not actually thinking of going along with this?!? Are you?!?" But apparently that seemed the case. Doomed. Abandoned. Outnumbered. Woe was him. If Shana was considering it, then all hope really was lost. Accepting defeat and the birth of this newfound club, he sighed heavily while rubbing his head. These people. He had a feeling they'd be the death of him soon enough.

"Someone just drill a hole though my brain and let it leak out," he muttered to himself quietly.