Horkit. (New and improved!)

Clubs

It was after school, and Kanji was making his way toward Suzune, ready to go over their plan and initiate the next steps. They had spent time ironing out the details during lunch, so he figured it was finally time to get things rolling...or at least, he thought he would.

"Wait, what? You can't?" Kanji asked, brow furrowing as Suzune turned to face him. "Why?"

Suzune sighed dramatically, as if she had the weight of the world on her shoulders. She looked at Kanji, her expression dead serious, but her words were anything but.

"I have debts to collect," she said in a low, dramatic tone. Her eyes narrowed, and she tilted her head slightly, as though she were about to take on some secret, dangerous mission.

Kanji blinked. "Debts?" His confusion only deepened. "What debts? What the hell does that mean?"

Suzune leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Let's just say... there are some people in this school who owe me, and it's time I cash in." She looked around the room, as if someone might be listening in, then added, "I can't go into detail, but it's...critical." She explained dramatically as if she was in some Tom Cruise Mission Impossible movie.

Kanji stood there, dumbfounded. "Wha—?" he sputtered, still processing the bizarre conversation. "Then what about the stud-" Before he could continue, he was silenced when Suzune shushed him by placing her finger on his lip.

"Hush, hush. I really need to go. Just go ask Hirata for help or something," Suzune said as she finally dashed away from the scene, leaving Kanji with no room to argue back.

Kanji took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. "She's unbelievable...," he grumbled. "Fine, guess I'll just...figure it out with Hirata or something." He muttered before leaving himself and contemplating ways on how he's gonna have to do this alone. He ain't no damn leader.

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"Whaddup prez!" Suzune greeted with exaggerated enthusiasm as she swept into the art clubroom, her voice echoing through the small space. She struck a dramatic pose, clearly enjoying the attention.

Her clubmates, however, did not share her excitement. Several of them visibly cringed, and a collective sigh seemed to happen all around the room.

"Ah...Horikita," the club president grumbled, rubbing his temples as if he were nursing a headache. He glanced around at the other club members, who all had expressions ranging from wary to outright dread.

"Yep! In the flesh!"

"Suzune," he continued with a resigned tone, "please tell me you're here to actually contribute today and not...well...you?"

The girl in question scoffed and rolled her eyes playfully. "C'mon! You know I just like to lighten up the mood up in this bitch!"

"Suzune," the club president said with an even more exasperated sigh, "lightening the mood usually doesn't involve causing mass panic every time you walk into this place."

One of the other club members, a girl sketching quietly in the corner, muttered under her breath, "Or making a mess out of the whole club room..."

Suzune shrugged, completely unfazed. "Hey, I'm just here to keep things interesting. And...that thing that happened last week was an accident, okay?!" She retorted as some of her clubmates rolled their eyes at that.

The president continued. "Yeah, well, the art club is supposed to be about, you know, art. Not...whatever disruptions you bring with you."

Suzune placed her hands on her hips, grinning mischievously. "Oh please, Prez. You guys should thank me. Without me, this place would be so empty. So dull and BORING like my class!" She said in dramatic fashion.