5 Chapter 5 Shoujo Effec
Duran and Fumio strolled down the hallways of Block-B. They were headed to their science lesson, which was to be held in a ground floor lab room.
'Hey Yamaguchi-kun, who were those student council guys back there,' Duran asked. His mind running through their conversation with those honour students.
'Oh, those guys are our first year representatives. Hayashi, Kou is in Hime-chan's class. Tsubaki, Saski is in ours.' Fumio nonchalantly answered.
Duran was surprised to hear that Tsubaki-kun guy was his classmate. He found himself smiling at the thought.
His mind wandered toward the conversation they had had about the music club. He was beginning to doubt the possibility of one existing in a school that didn't practice music.
'Do you really think we have a chance of starting up a music club?'
'Hmm. I thought we might but not sure now,' Fumio said nonchalantly.
His response stirred an itchy restlessness in Duran. He felt he had to do something about it but wasn't sure where to begin.
His attention was momentarily diverted to the heated argument happening before them; near the stairwell to the ground floor.
Fumio and Duran paused near the windows, a short distance away, to eavesdrop on the conversation whilst fend off contact from passing students.
'You can't do this! The Otaku Machima is the only culture club in this school. It'll be sacrilegious to disband the club now,' yelled the guy a short distance ahead.
Duran's impression of the guy was a rock-idol playing student.
His hair was cut in razor layers similar to Fumio's with bangs, which fell short from the tops of his square framed glasses. Behind his glasses, were fierce brown eyes pitted in a slightly rugged but appealing face. His broad shoulders and solid build could pass him off as an adult. He carried his uniform in the typical fashion of your average student with his top button undone and tie loose.
The rock-idol guy's rant was targeted at an honour student who was an ideal image in a crisp clean uniform and sharp red student council armband to his right arm. Even his navy tie was perfectly set in place.
The honour student stared at the other guy through opaque eyes that refracted light; masking his expression. Duran noticed what set him apart from the others was his dignified stance that meant business.
Next to the student council representative was Saski taking notes in a binder.
'Santo, Dai'chi. The club has, once again, caused mass disruption to class time with its noisy cosplay activities. Not to mention the hole in the club room wall that needs to be repaired. You've lost another member during the renewal period, bringing it under the minimum count. The club no longer satisfies the conditions to continue.' The Student Council Representative responded coolly with an unyielding expression.
'Please, President Saito. If there's no Otaku Machima, what culture is there for this school?' Dai'chi pleaded.
'Once again, you forget Hotaka High's core principles. Culture you ask? Isn't it obvious that solid grades toward a high profile career is our culture here? Besides, we do have our many sports clubs. So we have plenty of enough for this school to manage.' President Saito stoically noted to put a close to the issue.
Duran glanced at Fumio and saw he also had an uneasy expression on his face.
'You've gotta be friggin kidding me!' Dai'chi spat out his rant.
'I'm not going to say more on it. As President of the Student Council, I confirm the Otaku Machima Club disbandment effective immediately. Please, your keys Santo-kun,' President Saito ordered.
A silent stand-off between the two students lasted for a few minutes before Dai'chi broke first by throwing a set at the President's chest.
'Screw you!' Dai'chi cursed before he stormed off down the hallway past Duran.
'Tsubaki-kun.' President Saito sighed as he pocketed the keys.
'President. I've captured the event and will have a complete report this afternoon.' Saski confirmed.
'Ah, good then. I'll be going to class. See you in the council chambers later.' President Saito left Duran's view down the stairs.
'Hey Yamaguchi-kun, who were those student council guys back there,' Duran asked. His mind running through their conversation with those honour students.
'Oh, those guys are our first year representatives. Hayashi, Kou is in Hime-chan's class. Tsubaki, Saski is in ours.' Fumio nonchalantly answered.
Duran was surprised to hear that Tsubaki-kun guy was his classmate. He found himself smiling at the thought.
His mind wandered toward the conversation they had had about the music club. He was beginning to doubt the possibility of one existing in a school that didn't practice music.
'Do you really think we have a chance of starting up a music club?'
'Hmm. I thought we might but not sure now,' Fumio said nonchalantly.
His response stirred an itchy restlessness in Duran. He felt he had to do something about it but wasn't sure where to begin.
His attention was momentarily diverted to the heated argument happening before them; near the stairwell to the ground floor.
Fumio and Duran paused near the windows, a short distance away, to eavesdrop on the conversation whilst fend off contact from passing students.
'You can't do this! The Otaku Machima is the only culture club in this school. It'll be sacrilegious to disband the club now,' yelled the guy a short distance ahead.
Duran's impression of the guy was a rock-idol playing student.
His hair was cut in razor layers similar to Fumio's with bangs, which fell short from the tops of his square framed glasses. Behind his glasses, were fierce brown eyes pitted in a slightly rugged but appealing face. His broad shoulders and solid build could pass him off as an adult. He carried his uniform in the typical fashion of your average student with his top button undone and tie loose.
The rock-idol guy's rant was targeted at an honour student who was an ideal image in a crisp clean uniform and sharp red student council armband to his right arm. Even his navy tie was perfectly set in place.
The honour student stared at the other guy through opaque eyes that refracted light; masking his expression. Duran noticed what set him apart from the others was his dignified stance that meant business.
Next to the student council representative was Saski taking notes in a binder.
'Santo, Dai'chi. The club has, once again, caused mass disruption to class time with its noisy cosplay activities. Not to mention the hole in the club room wall that needs to be repaired. You've lost another member during the renewal period, bringing it under the minimum count. The club no longer satisfies the conditions to continue.' The Student Council Representative responded coolly with an unyielding expression.
'Please, President Saito. If there's no Otaku Machima, what culture is there for this school?' Dai'chi pleaded.
'Once again, you forget Hotaka High's core principles. Culture you ask? Isn't it obvious that solid grades toward a high profile career is our culture here? Besides, we do have our many sports clubs. So we have plenty of enough for this school to manage.' President Saito stoically noted to put a close to the issue.
Duran glanced at Fumio and saw he also had an uneasy expression on his face.
'You've gotta be friggin kidding me!' Dai'chi spat out his rant.
'I'm not going to say more on it. As President of the Student Council, I confirm the Otaku Machima Club disbandment effective immediately. Please, your keys Santo-kun,' President Saito ordered.
A silent stand-off between the two students lasted for a few minutes before Dai'chi broke first by throwing a set at the President's chest.
'Screw you!' Dai'chi cursed before he stormed off down the hallway past Duran.
'Tsubaki-kun.' President Saito sighed as he pocketed the keys.
'President. I've captured the event and will have a complete report this afternoon.' Saski confirmed.
'Ah, good then. I'll be going to class. See you in the council chambers later.' President Saito left Duran's view down the stairs.
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