Oh Well - Kill la Kill

Chapter 3: Pacifist

I sighed as I rested my head on my desk, Uzu Sanageyama standing in front of me with a deep frown. Everyone was looking at us making it an extremely uncomfortable situation.

"What do you mean you're not doing clubs seriously?!" He was practically screaming at how loud his voice was. It was grating on my ears honestly and I already had a headache.

I shifted in my seat and lifted my head to stare at him, a bored expression taking over my face. I looked down at the one star uniform I had on and tugged at the skirt of the dress. It was blue-grey and I could definitely feel the power from the life fibers in the garment. I guess this was as good as any time to test them out.

I stood and looked towards the window. I was on the second story. I started thinking of the possibilities and looked back to Sanageyama, him being obviously pissed at the fact I wasn't listening to him.

"No more questions please," I said suddenly and before he could say anything I ran and jumped though the open window.

I grabbed my scarf and threw it around a cable, using it as a zip line to get me to the courtyard. I let go a few feet from the ground and let myself flip and roll before I stood and tied my scarf back around my neck. I looked up at the window seeing Uzu looking out of it and waved, a frown still on my face. "Ja ne!"

He didn't exactly look mad, but he didn't look too pleased either. I said nothing else as I turned around and headed out of the school, onlookers staring up at the window where Sanageyama no longer was.

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I looked out the window of my new apartment. I still couldn't sleep in it. My anxiety wouldn't let me sleep in a new place, something unfamiliar. I brought my cup of tea to my lips, sighing as I let the chamomile relax me.

At least I could see the setting sun from my room. I sighed yet again and got up from the windowsill to sit at my desk. I was given a bunk bed, but instead of the bottom being a bed it was a desk with lots of drawers to keep things in. I set my cup down and stared down at the picture I started.

"You guys have a bad habit of coming in when unwanted." I sighed and turned my head. This time it wasn't Uzu, it was Houka Inumuta.

"I knocked, but no one answered so I just walked in." He said it as if it was the most natural thing for someone to do.

"What would you have done had I been changing?" I questioned. I wouldn't have been surprised if he said nothing, and he didn't.

Houka just shrugged his shoulders as he looked around my bare room. The most I had on my walls were a few new pictures, one being Nonon Jakuzure and Uzu arguing then beside it a picture of him on his PDA.

"Taking to drawing us, hmm?" he asked as he jotted something down on that stupid PDA that he always kept with him.

I shrugged. "Drawing is a good past time, and you guys are good practice when you stand still."

Houka hummed and glanced down to me. He glanced over my shoulder to check out the picture I was working on currently.

"You've captured Satsuki-sama perfectly it seems," he muttered as if to himself.

I sighed and twisted in my chair to face the drawing, my cheek resting on my palm as I stared at it. "Honestly, not really. I've messed up on her hair and the perspective quite a few times, and her hands still don't grip the sword quite right."

As I listed off the different problems concerning the picture, I could feel Houka's eyes shift from the picture to me. He seemed to be studying me, not like he didn't study anyone and everything anyway.

"Why aren't you taking your clubs seriously?" he asked causing me to stop my ramblings.

My frown deepened as I shifted my eyes from my picture to the other one's I've drawn. He leaned against the side of my desk blocking my view, causing me to look at him instead of avoiding the topic.

"You've a good mind shown by your tests, you're creative, your physical assessments all came out above average considering you at least participate in kendo, swimming, and archery, and even with those you don't fight. Why?"

I tilted my head to the side and examined him with a blank stare. None of them get it. "Do you really want to know why I don't want to be in a club legitimately?"

He nodded. I glared at him causing his eyes to narrow on me. "I'm a pacifist. If I could choose another school I would. Would I go into a club there? No. Why? Because I don't care enough. I don't need some stupid club to keep more of my time occupied. It's occupied enough with my anxiety and the stupidity in the world. Now leave."

Houka just stared at me with that same narrowed gaze then turned his head to the door as he pushed off the desk to stand up. I paid no mind as I studied the picture of Satsuki I was drawing.

"I'll talk to Satsuki to have you work with I or Gamagoori then. It won't take up much of your precious time." With those words he walked out, the only sound telling me he left being my front door closing.

I finally let out the breath I had been holding. My hand still wouldn't quit shaking as I looked at the clock. 23:01 (11:01 pm). "Why was he even here at this time of night?"