The Aishi family was quite the group of people to fear. Their famous lineage of all daughters rose suspicion, what were the odds of a single generation only producing one child; and that child always being a girl?
However, Ryoba Aishi was the firs...
I bit my lip subconsciously. I'd have to go home late.. I wanted to look around the school for anything that could benefit me. In my previous year, I never really fit in. Neither did my sister though. We were loners, often preferred to sit by the cherry tree during lunches, never participated in clubs.
I brought out my phone from my bag and switch it on, I got a text from a new number around an hour or two ago that read, "Hello!". Oh yeah, that's right, I gave Osano my number. A massive headache ensued and I began to text Ayano to go home without me. I walked between hallways, up and down stairs, right and left, out and in rooms and I felt like I memorized the entirety of the school in no time. I began to look for clubs, what club would be most beneficial to me? I had two in mind; Cooking and Gardening. All mostly for their reputation. I had already been by the school entrance so the gardening club would be the closest. As I had walked to the club, I noticed that the delinquents were still there, laughing and joking around with each other. They all carried a weapon in small bags to keep them concealed, their uniforms dirtied, torn and not worn properly. I couldn't judge though, I never actually wore the jacket to the uniform, just the button up..
My restless brain began to think, befriending the delinquents could be beneficial towards me as well. In fact, befriending people of all types would help me. My racing thoughts were interrupted by a reminder: a reminder to focus on clubs. One thing at a time. I walked into the gardening club and looked around. The girls in the gardening club seemed too busy to notice my presence. The entire outdoor club was engulfed in beautiful plants, gorgeous white and tan decor with a light brown fence entangled in flowered vines that caged the entire thing.
My outside shoes crunched in the grass as I walked back into the school, avoiding that white haired student council girl. Shiromi I believe, she's not that important so I don't quite remember. I walked into the halls and located the cooking club, mostly by its scent. The door to the club was already open so I peaked my head in. The cooking club was also beautiful. Pink and white tiles with decorated off-white walls, in the middle of the kitchen was an island-counter where the president had been leaned over and writing something. He gave off kind of sassy vibes..
The president looked back at me and he faltered, his eyes subtly dilating like they had earlier today. He forced a smile, "Hello!". He said as he left his spot in front of the island counter, "Hello". "What brings you here?", The president was a little taller than me, he seemed shorter when he was leaning over, "I'm...", I trailed off, the words weirdly stuck in my throat. I shifted my weight onto the other leg as subtly as his eyes. The shifting caused a gleam in my eyes, causing them to drift over to the wooden knife block next to the oven farthest from me. Out of the nearly filled knife block was a beautiful kitchen knife that was sticking out slightly.
Amao suddenly gleamed, his teeth weren't the whitest, definitely had a natural glow to them though. "I can see it in your eyes! You'll do great in this club, I can just see it!" He was bluffing, everyone and their mom knew it. He had this desperate undertone in his comment filled with excitement.
Amao gleamed with delight once again, this one seemed more genuine. I tilted my head a little bit at that, as if trying to understand him. "Just as we were about to set out flyers!", and he grabbed a pink bandana from one of the cabinets, "Don't worry it's clean! Turn around". I hesitated, fidgeting with the hem of black uniform pants, the button to them shining just as the knife. He wrapped the bandana on my head, tying it behind my hair. "Is it only me here?", Amao grabbed my shoulder and turned me around, straightening the bandana around the front. His eyes softened as they met mine, "Well, two of them are in the home economics room washing their aprons and the other two are grabbing ingredients from the storage room". "I see", Amao took another good look at me, "We are starting to plan for the beginning of the year bake sale in a couple weeks, the headmaster wants the bake sale to be bigger than last year because we have more funding now.", Amao had a hint of exhaustion in his tone, returning to his position from before I entered.
"Oh? What do we get out of it?", I responded. The headmaster couldn't expect us to do all of this in a couple weeks right? How many cupcakes are we going to be baking? There were definitely a couple thousand students here... "Popularity I guess?" Amao giggled nervously, his eyes straying from the spiral notebook. "What's.. the theme?", I hesitatingly asked and joined his side. One of the two pairs of cooking club members came back with hands full of baking condiments. "Oh! We have more help?", a girl put down her half on the counter and smoothly slid up to me. "Hello! I'm Ashitoma Aija!", she held out her hand. "Aishi Ayato", I shook her hand. The boy came over to introduce himself after consulting Amao, "Pleasure Aishi-San, Tsuburaya Shoku" and I shook his hand.
"What have we got down?", Ashitoma walked beside Amao, I followed her. "... Nothing...", Amao pinched the bridge of his nose. I didn't feel bad. We had some time to plan and all the time to bake. We could always skip class to cook too. I hope. Granted, we'd have to make up the work if we did.. "Where are those two?", Shoku looked at Amao before he responded, "They were in home economics last time I checked. The aprons should be done drying..". Shoku spoke in a soft voice, probably his natural voice.
"Well they have two minutes. They always do this!", Amao transition from content to disgruntlement. "We have nothing down and they are busy sucking face!", He was right. Despite only being here for little time, we need all the help we could get. My hands fidgeted with one another behind my torso, picking at the skin. "Alright, We'll figure out the rest tomorrow. We already have something down at least..", Shoku put a hand on Amao's shoulder.
My eyes subconsciously softened at the sight of the interaction, my thoughts racing. It might not have to be tomorrow...
Status: edited to make more sense, typos to be expected, I'm horrible at reading
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