Playing For Keeps

I've Seen A Hentai That Starts Like This...

Deep into her mind spinning off in a tangent, a girl in an incorrect uniform wandered the empty hallways. Eyes darting and sweating more than she'd like to at any given time, the out of place female clenched and relaxed her hands out of habit. It was Thursday afternoon and she'd foolishly told one of the teachers she'd been meeting with that she would be able to find the clubroom she was now in a panic searching for. Classes had ended over an hour ago, so there wasn't even anybody around to ask. Looking at the map she'd been given of the campus buildings, her curses spewed as much as her sweat. Spinning around with her arms out, her eyes turned white as she gnashed her teeth.

"Where the fuck is it?!"

Despite hearing rushed footsteps advancing, what little attention she had left from her outburst was not afforded to her surroundings. Before either party could process the other, the back of the girl's wrist connected with something hard. Startled more by the yelp than the fact she'd just unintentionally back-handed a boy not too much taller than her, the transfer stared at her hand as if it was Migi from Parasyte and it had just attacked of its own free will.

The victim - a boy with sooty-tipped silver hair and wearing sportswear - held the assaulted spot, his eyes wide and fixed on the girl.

Brain restarting, the female bowed her head thrice as her arms flung out instinctively to check if her victim was okay. In the process, her paperwork and bag flew into the air as if they were trying to escape the walking disaster.

Watching the performance of the student in a vastly different uniform drop down to the floor mumbling curses, the boy couldn't help but to let a small laugh escape at her fluster. Crouching to help her collect her scattered belongings, the silver haired boy held out what he had collected but paused when he caught the sight of a transcript peeking out of the top. "Is this your first day?"

"Huh-" looking up in a rush, the side of her head connected with his chin, knocking them both back onto their rears. Yowling and hissing filled the corridor. Hand to her head, more shielding her eyes in mortification than pain, the girl croaked. "My name's Hanabusa Reika; 2nd Year. I'm so sorry for assaulting you...Twice. Please don't sue me."

Waving off the possibility with the hand not stroking his newest injury, he extended the gesture to help her up. Getting to her feet with his aid, Hanabusa gave another profuse apology.

"I'm sorry, really. I'm just in a rush; I've been in a meeting with the Principle most of the day filling out paperwork and going through-" Her thoughts reorganized halfway through her sentence, and an array of bizarre expressions flashed across her chubby face within a couple of seconds, "I need to find a certain clubroom before they leave for the evening-"

"-Why don't you join my club?"

"You don't even know what my interests are."

"It doesn't make a difference."

"Excuse me?" Her brows furrowed and the boy corrected what she had clearly misinterpreted.

"I wasn't trying to dismiss you." Amber eyes creased a little at the outer corners when he gave a warm smile. "But we're in dire need of a manager."

"You want me to give up something I enjoy just because you need something? How selfish can you be?"

"Well, let's call it an out of court settlement."

The gentle smile which was barely there prodded Hanabusa the wrong way. Many things grated on her, but she really hated people who thought they could get their own way just because. That being said, she wasn't in the position to be making enemies, especially on her first day. Also, she did kind of owe him after blindly beating the poor guy.