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[ Oh, poor Inaba. She's pushed his shameless button, blushing like that. ]

Why not? I just said it's really pretty. Pretty girls should have pretty names.

[ He tucks his hands in his pockets and shrugs his shoulders casually, as if just stating facts. In reality, he's being an asshole and seeing how red he can make her. ]

And you're also my underclassman.

[ She's trying really hard to not allow Keiichi to get to her by stating the facts. ]

We just met [ although Inaba has all her memories of Cerealia ] anyway, so you shouldn't be saying things like that. Anyway, we should be getting to class.

We did just meet, didn't we? Huh.

[ He doesn't say anything after that for a second, just feeling like it's kind of odd. It feels like he knows her, at least a little bit better than that. Not like he's seen her naked or anything, though. ]

Alright, I guess I should follow you. I don't wanna be late on my first day.

... Yeah.

[ She doesn't sound very convincing, even if she's trying to be. ]

Right. Let's hurry, then. I'd be a very bad upperclassman if I made you late.

I guess you're right.

[ It feels kind of weird, just walking with her like this. After a few seconds, he might as well address that odd sense of familiarity he gets from her. ]

So, um... we never met before, did we?

Hm?

[ She finds that much strange but she soon smiles it off, laughing slightly. ]

Of course not. We've never met before, Maebara-san. [ gotta distance herself, gotta distance herself ] Not at all. Why do you ask?

[ That's not very convincing. Something tells him that her response is off. He furrows his brow for a moment, then decides to just focus on the walk. ]

You don't have to call me Maebara-san. You can just call me Keiichi if you want.

Kei... ichi, then.

[ She feels a bit uncomfortable calling him by first name, but he gave her permission, so she supposes it's fine. ]

Anyway, we're almost here. The classroom should be a few doors down. I should get going, since mine is upstairs.

Alright. I've probably taken up enough of your time anyway.

[ He gives her a grateful smile, unaware that he's smiling the kind of smile that is usually accompanied by a pink background and shoujo sparkles. ]

Maybe I'll see you around school some more, Inaba-san.

Ahaha... it's nothing to worry about.

[ Her laugh is sheepish as she finds herself glancing away from him out of embarrassment, trying to hide her flushed cheeks at that smile. ]

And probably. If you're interested, feel free to look at our club after classes. Clubs are mandatory at this school, so you'll have to join one.

I was never in any clubs before. But if you're in it, I guess I'll have to check it out.

[ He's not even aware that she's blushing at him, just that she looks really cute. Which might be why he's unconsciously flirting with her, not even aware that he's not moving towards his classroom door at all. ]

Ah...

[ Her mouth gapes slightly, hearing her heart beat quickly in her chest. Yeah, she's not going to look directly at him as she speaks. ]

Y-Yeah. Just knock on the door when you get there and ask for me. I better get going.

[ She needs to rush out before she does something she regrets. She can't. She can't. ]

I'll see you later.

Bye. And thanks again, Inaba-san.

[ And as she hurries off, he's going to wonder what exactly he said that made her stammer like that. She didn't really seem that shy, but who knows?

Shrugging his shoulders, he tucks his hands into his pockets and walks into his classroom. He'll just have to check out her club after school and see how he likes it. At least he'd kind of know somebody there. ]

[ To be honest, Inaba is honestly anticipating his appearance in the club, getting really excited. The others are kind of busy doing their own thing, so she's the only one in the clubroom, her heart beating fast. It's been way too long since she's seen Keiichi, and she honestly didn't think that she'd see him in her world at all.

But he... doesn't remember her.

It's like that time before, when Taichi didn't. She's fine.

Of course.

At least she can at least lay down on her couch, staring at the ceiling idly, wondering if he'd show up to the club. It's fine if he doesn't, she tells herself unconvincingly. ]

[ Clubs seem like they'd be either really fun or a big pain in the ass. There hadn't really been any that called out to him because of what they were about, so when it came time for him to choose a club, he ended up outside the door to the clubroom, looking at it pensively for a moment.

He took a deep breath, then knocked on the door. Alright, time to go socialize. That's something he never did before he transferred, so he really hopes it goes well. ]

[ Ah.

Straightening herself out on the couch, she wipes her eyes to make sure that no tears tempt to fall. She doesn't know who's at the door, so she just calls out: ]

Come in!

[ He slowly opens the door, not sure what to expect. He's never been to a club meeting together, so part of him is expecting to open the door and see a bunch of girls with desks pushed together playing games or something.

Instead, it's just Inaba on a couch. He lets the door close behind him, feeling a little awkward. ]

Oh, uh... hi. It's Keiichi.

Haha, yeah, sorry to disappoint -- the others aren't here yet. Iori went to talk to Gotou about some things, and the other club members are just not here yet. Feel free to come in, though. If the others show up, I'm sure they won't mind another person.

Oh... um, should I sit down somewhere and wait for them?

[ She seems to have the couch taken over, anyway. But she seems a little more comfortable right now, at least as far as he can tell. He's too dense to realize that she was almost at full-on doki doki before. ]

Huh? Ah, sure.

[ Let Inaba just fix herself on the couch so that she doesn't take over the entirety of the couch. ]

I might as well entertain you while you're here, though. Welcome to the Student Cultural Society Club -- there's a total of five of us third years and two second years. Well, I'm currently the vice president and Iori's the president, but we kind of have to let go of the club soon because of tests. [ She smiles, a little wistfully. ] So Chihiro and Shino will be taking over.

Our club basically studies and reports on different cultures and puts it in a newspaper every month. You just need to write one article a month. The rest of the time we just fuck around.

[ He joins her on the couch, not sitting too close to her but also clearly not being weird about it. ]

So, we just write a report once a month? That sounds easy enough. I'm pretty good at writing reports, though I'm probably better at doing it orally.

...And giving oral reports, too.

[ Oh my god what a pervert. ]

Pretty much. I check the reports, so don't write anything stupid. Taichi already does that.

[ Seriously, he writes about pro-wrestling. ]

Will you share what kind of oral report you'd give me?

[ Okay, he'd better get serious. He should consider this an informal audition, so no more oral sex jokes. Unless she starts joking back. ]

I learned a lot about history at my old school [ And all the manga he read ], so I could probably tell you all about the Sangoku Period in China or the Hundred Years War in Europe.

[ He folds his arms behind his head, leaning back against the couch and closing his eyes. ]

But that stuff can be pretty boring to people. So, I'd have to add a little bit of dramatic flair.

Hmm. I see.

[ She places her hand under her chin, humming in interest. ]

What kind of dramatic flair are we talking about here?

I'd need some visual aids. Like a map of a continent that I can dramatically rip away, revealing a map of the same continent beneath it filled with fire. Or maybe I'd act out the different roles in the story... I think I'd like to be a voice actor one day.

[ That's right, this version of Keiichi hasn't sung any terrible rap duets with policemen, so musician isn't something he's considered. ]

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