Theater Club

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Showing emotions... whenever I do something like that, I remind myself that letting your heart show is like signing your own death warrant.

That's what I Suzune Horikita thinks.

However, when it's your body that's talking... should you listen to it? Is it wise to let yourself be guided by something as primitive and animalistic as the desire to touch and be touched?

I didn't expect to be wondering about things like that so soon, let alone that Ayanokouji Kiyotaka was to blame.

Suzune Horikita

We were forced to rush into a club because of a special test, the only things I had in mind were that the student council was out of the question, and that I didn't want anything that demanded too much of my body...

I was completely lost.
Until Satsuki Shinohara invited me to the drama club, it had never crossed my mind... in fact I wasn't even aware that it existed and the most bizarre thing about this whole unusual situation was Ayanokoiji signing up with me.

 in fact I wasn't even aware that it existed and the most bizarre thing about this whole unusual situation was Ayanokoiji signing up with me

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We arrived 10 minutes before the scheduled time.

I headed for the changing rooms to get rid of most of my uniform, so I kept only my white tank top and skirt.

I feel my cell phone vibrate in my hand.

"Horikita-san, I'm sorry I couldn't tell you before, but the club's activities have been canceled due to some unforeseen circumstances, I'm sorry." - Satsuki Shinohara

Is this serious?

"Did you get the message?"

I ask an Ayanokouji who has also changedsitting in one of the chairs in the front row.

He just nodded in response.

"What are you going to do?"

I didn't know... and I hadn't even read the script yet.

It all happened so quickly... but I decided to expose something that was making me very uncomfortable.

"Why are you here?"

One thing I'd learned during my time as a table neighbor to the expressionless boy in front of me was that...

Ayanokouji Kiyotaka never did anything by chance.

"I didn't have anything in mind so I decided I'd just follow you."

He replied in his typical monotone.

Did he really expect me to believe that? If he told me he just wanted to torment me, I'd believe him.

"And how exactly do you intend to act with that doll face?"

I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Said the girl who has the same doll face as me."

I'm definitely more flexible than him on this point and yet I still felt insulted.

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