Haru grinned a little at Hotaru's reaction. Of course, he had no idea whether or not the guy was or wasn't the president, but Hotaru was still just so [i]cute[/i] when she figured it out...[i]No! Bad thoughts! Go sit in your corner![/i] Shaking his head to rid it of the stupidity, he looked on as the girl conversed with the second-year, going over a list of people to join into it in his head. [i]Let's see...Well, there's Hotaru and I, of course, and then there's Maverick-senpai and Sakaki-senpai. I don't think Tanaka-senpai would be so into it, and Shana-senpai...wow, I'm thinking of the word Senpai a lot, aren't I?[/i] Frankly, he had no idea how to make a club, and since a club was Hotaru's idea in the first place, he decided to let her handle it.

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Sakaki sighed at the boy in the doorway. He looked to be involved in some odd self-conversation, and she walked slowly up to him and tapped the back of his head with the palm of her hand. "Quit it," she stated softly, "you're acting exceedingly weird." Returning to her seat, she withdrew a small bento from her book bag and carefully removed the lid, picking idly at the contents with her lacquered black chopsticks.