Misaki could barely contain her excitement as Chiaki Nettu of all people extended an offer for her to join her club. For the first time in a long time, she paid complete attention as she explained the club's activities. "You bet I'll them! I'll tell everyone I can!" There was probably no force on this earth that could stop Misaki from helping out now. She bid Chiaki farewell when she said she needed to leave, and then took off herself. She had not only met a personal idol of hers, but also had the opportunity to be useful to them. She somehow doubted that Chiaki really wanted someone like her messing up the kind of activities that were going to go on in this club, but the least she could do was get some other people to join in, and she was definitely going to try her hardest behind the scenes.
Eventually, the lunch break ended. Misaki was in the middle of pestering some people about the Idol Club when the time came to go back to class. Although she would rather carry on spreading the word, she knew she couldn't play hooky just for that. Not to mention all the people around her seemed eager to return to class themselves. When she got back, she spied Sachiko, sitting in her seat, staring intently at some textbook. Misaki chose not to bother her, as she had asked her to stop passing notes even before she had gotten mad.
After class, Sachiko was one of the first to leave. She still wasn't in the best of places, and she didn't feel like encountering anyone and losing her temper again. She went out to her locker to put away her things. When she was done, she found Misaki standing behind her. "Sachiko....do you hate me now?"
"No, no..." She knew Misaki was prone to flights of fancy, but she didn't realise she thought Sachiko hated her after that. "It's just that the last thing I feel like doing is smiling. I've been in a bad mood all day, and I just don't feel like airbrushing over all my problems anymore."
Misaki didn't really understand what she was saying. She would've offered to hear her problems, but she knew she would be no good for giving advice. She had already proven that earlier. There was a moment's awkward silence before Sachiko continued "Look, I'm sorry for acting like that. You of all people don't deserve my anger. What can I do to make it up to you?"
Sachiko suddenly found a flyer shoved into her hands. "Join the Idol Club." Misaki told her. She seemed to have become a great deal more chipper all of a sudden. Sachiko gave the flyer a read. "Uh, Misaki, this sounds like something really embarassing..."
"No! It's fun! You have to join! Come on, I told Nettu-San I would recruit people and you're the only friend I have!"
"But-"
"No buts! You asked what you could do to make it up to me, so you can join the Idol Club!"
Sachiko sighed in exasperation. "Alright, alright! If it means that much to you, I'll do it." Sachiko really wasn't sure about joining a club like this, but she could hardly turn Misaki down when she was being this intense. She probably would've started crying if Sachiko had said no. "Yay! The meeting's on Wednesday, so be there! I'm going to try my best to find more people, so I'll see you later!" Misaki then ran off. Sachiko had seen her excited about a lot of things, but this seemed to excite her more than anything else. At least she was in a better mood now, and she didn't think Sachiko hated her. Now that all that was over, Sachiko returned her attention to heading home.
When Sachiko went out near the gate, she saw Noboru there. She imagined he was waiting for someone else, as she doubted she was too popular after walking off like she did earlier. In fact, if he was anything like Misaki, maybe he even thought she hated him. Whether he wanted to hear it or not, Sachiko figured she should at least try to make amends. She decided to approach him. "Noboru, I'm sorry about the way I reacted earlier. It's none of my business if you want to join the drama club, and you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to. I just felt concerned that something strange was going on, you know? But that's just an excuse; I had no right to be angry, and I apologise. Can you forgive me?"