A week passed by, yet there didn't seem to be any news from the literature club.

Much more to the surprise, I found myself to be anticipated, eagerly waiting to hear from any of the club executives. My behaviour was strange throughout the week. I couldn't continue binge reading any mangas, I passed out (slept) most of the time only to get woken up by Satou's snapping fingers and a cup of cold water splashed at me by my brother. My room was in a mess. Piles of clothing gathered at each corner, books kept untouched on the tabletop,

dust settled on the surfaces. Only when I could feel the crumbs sticking onto my feet did I realise just how I've been doing all along.

Such a sorry sight....

Totally absurd. I mean, it was me who didn't want to join any clubs. Now that I'm getting the opportunity to bail, why do I feel so despaired...? disappointed?...

Was it because I made an acquaintance after a very long time? or was it the pleasing smell of books which gave me comfort? I really don't know anymore.

Leaning back on the bench, tapping my fingers lightly on the desk, I let my consciousness drift away. You could say that I zoned out thinking about the oddest things that could ever happen. The thoughts I had were all about the literature club.

Being unaware of time passed, I heard someone knock on the rigid desk. It unintentionally resonated with my tapping fingers.

"YAH-HO! WAKEY WAKEY~"

Coming back to my senses, I met a pair of well-defined eyes, sharp yet not ferocious. The gaze carried some warmth within it. A very handsome face, with honey tanned skin.

"Ryouhei-san...What is it?"

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"I told you to drop that -san ages ago! Someone from the literature club is seeking for your presence, Miss Izumi Fujita-san~" Looking at the change in his tone, he was clearly teasing me. I didn't have the energy to reply to his teasing appeal because all my attention were on those two words.

The literature club.

Someone came looking for me?

!!!!!

For some reason my heart started pounding violently. I was uncertain if the feeling I was experiencing was excitement or fear. Thanking him, I rushed out in a hurry. I pushed the sliding door aside as I panted heavily.

A few moments before, there was a person beyond this very sliding door. This person was striding throughout the entire corridor. Fidgeting and sighing constantly. However, the moment I slid the door open, their eyes widened noticeably.

The hesitating voice then escaped the rose shaded lips.

"I-Izumi Fujita, Class 11-B, Psychology Major." I had to lead my gaze down to meet this tiny figure's delicate eyes, some arrogance intwined with them. It was the vice president. Mikoshiba Narumi. When our gazes met, she looked away in a flash as if feeling guilty for her past actions.

"...."

Even after a couple of minutes passed, the silence continued.

This...was she embarrassed??

Seeing as she wasn't going to spill the tea, I took the initiative to ask about the club application.

"Um Senpai, did you come here to tell me about the club member confirmation? Did you manage to find my application from the club president?"

"Yes." Narumi-Senpai replied after a very long pause, in dimly low voice.

Infact, what Narumi decided to do was to simply apologize to the kouhai. However, at the exact moment she couldn't bring herself to swallow her pride and do it.

"You can join us from today."

I was already running out breath and now...I felt the little amount of air that I breathed in had choked me to the whole. Although it was expected of them, I mean, they can't possibly reject an applicant when they have a few members on the club. But after waiting for a whole week to receive a response had droven me to a highly anxious mindset. Smilingly widely, I trembled slightly in joy.

- Narumi finally managed to look into Izumi's eyes -

"Then I'll be in your care, Narumi-Senpai."

"ah-mhm.." looking away yet again, she hummed with a nod in response.

This senpai, really, was a bit embarassed! "...See you later."

After exchanging goodbyes, I calmly returned to my seat. My heart that was nervously beating like a drum a moment ago, slowed down reverting to normal, syncing with the flowing red fluid in my veins. Taking a number of deep breathes, I took out my books preparing for the next lecture.