Joining the Literature Club was a bad idea.

[Kenji] Free Time: Annoyance and Ramen

It was a Tuesday afternoon.

I was standing outside the clubroom door, reading a sign taped to the door.

Literature Club meets MWF. Your Achakura-senpai is chillin' at the drama club today, you guys should chill as well.

Senpai. WTF.

I walked away from the door and looked around the busy hallway that many students were walking through. Lots of them were going into clubrooms or out of clubrooms. This gave me an idea that I should try. Why don't I explore around the cultural club building?

The cultural department building of North Aibi Private High School was three floors high. It was separated from the main school building and the athletic department building. Most of the clubs in school were located here, in this building. Only a few clubs that weren't connected to sports weren't in this building. Some examples include the Chemistry Club, the Avionics Club, the DTM Club and the Drama Club.

"Yo! Move it!" I heard someone shout from behind me. I turned around to see a bunch of students carrying a large scale-model of an airplane. It looked like an Aichi D3A from the Second World War with a wingspan almost as long as the tip of my head to my toes.

"Avionics Club?" I asked a third-year leading the students carrying the plane. He looked at me with a clipboard in his hand and shook his head. "Robotics. We just modified the Avionics Club's bomber using some joints and cameras." Damn, that sounds interesting.

"That's cool." I said as they passed by. I watched them carry the plane all the way to the stairs and turned around to look at the sign Asakura-senpai wrote again. I sighed as I walked away from the clubroom towards the stairs opposite the way that the Robotics Club members descended with.

When I finally reached the stair landing on the ground floor of the building, I was greeted by a red-haired girl. "Good afternoon, Nishimura-san." The redhead looked up at me when she did. I had to remind myself that this girl three inches shorter me was actually a boy.

"Good afternoon, Shimada." I waved back. The redhead looked up the stairs and at me. "Let me guess, there's no meeting today?"He asked. I nodded at his question and walked by.

"Wait!" Shimada called out to me. "Are you free today? Can I tag along with you?" I turned around to face him. "Why not?" I told the androgynous redhead. He looked relieved as he nodded happily.

Shifting uncomfortably as I turned around, I reminded myself more that Atsuyuki Shimada was not a girl. He just kinda... looks cute when he smiles and talks with the voice of a girl- fuck, I'm not gay.

"Guess who!"

My eyes were covered by someone from behind. The voice of the girl who did it was familiar and annoying. "Kizuko, let go of me." I said. The girl behind me let go but simultaneously pushed me forwards a black-haired girl holding a sketchpad.

"Move!" I shouted at the girl, but she was too surprised to move, resulting in me crashing onto her.

I seemed to have hit my head on the floor, looking up groggily to see a pair of fair-skinned, not-so-muscular legs. It was obviously my sister's, so I didn't give a shit about it.

"Sexual acts are prohibited." The annoying girl whose underskirt I was looking up at smirked. I groaned as I realized that I was sprawled over the black-haired girl and stood up, careful not to touch her anywhere controversial.

The girl remained on the floor, her eyes and mouth wide open in shock as if she were petrified by a gorgon or something. I crouched down and waved my hand in front of the girl's green eyes. The girl snapped out of it and quickly rolled towards the wall, assuming a sitting position there. "N-Nishimura-san, is this the boy you wanted me to meet-"