Sunday came with my group trying to reorganize and work more on our project, and passed with a flick of a box cutter. Much like the one I'm holding now. I try to cut the cardboard cube vertically. The tape is very thick, so I began to stab into various spots on the plastic binding. Satisfied with the new holes, I glide my knife's blade along the dents.

I heard footsteps behind me as I flipped open the folds. " Peppermint patterns were never really our style little miss~" a voice purred. I glance over my shoulder. My club leader appeared in my field of vision. His normal messy white hair was stuffed away in what I presumed was a shower cap.

He took the box from the table counter I was using. He flipped the box around, inspecting other markings on the package. " And I'm pretty sure that's part of a brownie recipe," He added sounding not very interested. He then plopped the box back to its original position. " I'm willing to bet, that belongs to the cooking club. Be a dear and put that back will you? I would myself, but my experiment needs to be monitored every five minutes, " he asked taking the cap off.

I shrugged and pocketed the cutter. I stood up and grabbed the package. " Say 'Hi' to Amai for me~ " He cooed peering over the sink. I made a noise of compliance and left the room.

My school shoes clicked along the tile floor.

Right about now. M should be setting up her phone camera to record some lewd on goings in the girl's changing room. I wonder if that is actually going to work.

I overheard a group of girls chatting in disgust about something. I didn't outwardly acknowledge them, but they seemed to shuffle more as I walked by. My eyes drifted down to the ripped peppermint tape.

It's not like I could pull it off.

In my daze I bumped into someone. " Pardon me. I didn't notice you," I said to the figure. " You have an awful habit of doing that, Aishi," A familiar voice stated unamused. I glanced up. " Good morning , Shin," I stated returning his deadpan tone.

I glanced over him. He had very colorful foam string all over his hair. " What a unique headpiece, " I commented. He groaned grabbing a fist full of the substance. " If you're trying to take that to the martial arts club, don't bother. Juku and Budo are trying to cover Sho in this junk," he replied very annoyed.

I scrunch my face. " Why?" He shook the string from his hands. " They think it'll cheer him up. I really don't see how though," he gripped. He then wiped the rest of the string on his pants. " And you? Anything spontaneous happen to you?" He asked. I shook my head. " Just deliver this to the cooking club," I respond shaking the box.

He cocked a brow at me. " If that's going to the cooking club, you're going the wrong way. " I groaned aloud. " This place is a maze," I said adjusting the box. He snickered. " We actually do have a maze," he replied.

Where do they sell school maps....

" Do you want a guide, Aishi?" Higaku asked. I nodded. " That would be great...thanks, " I replied. He gave a tiny nod and began to walk away. I followed suit. We shared no conversion as we walked.

We turned a corner a few minutes later to the club room. I could hear faint peppy music inside. My nose could smell the fresh scent of cookies. My eyes could see traces of pink lining the walls in the door's cracks. My eyes could also see a 'M' peeking through the door like a perverted boy gawking through a peephole to the girl's bath house.

" What the fuck are you doing?" Higaku stated to M folding his arms. She emitted a small 'Eep!' , rose, and turned with a start. " N-nothing! " She replied putting her hands behind her back. Higaku raised a brow, probably in doubt. He stepped forward. " Somehow I really don't believe that," He questioned in an annoyed tone. M flailed her arms up and down. " Yep. Yep! Totally doing nothing!! Just standing here!!! Doing nothing suspicious!!!! " She replied with what I can calmly say is the loudest whisper I have ever heard.

Higaku stepped closer. M put her hands in front of her in a sort of fighting game stance and backed up herself. She tried to say something to the lavender haired boy but her feet failed her. For she then slid from a sheet of what looked like a signup sheet and fell back opening the door with her body. She laid on the floor for a few seconds before she moved her arm to cover her face. Higaku snickered at the girl's suffering. A small giggle was admitted from the other side of the room and joined his snicker.

My eyes darted up to the possible owner of the giggle. There was a set of two girls. One had purple eyes and matching hair in twin tail drills. She was wielding a turquoise whisk in her purple bracelet hand. Her other was covering her mouth.

The other girl was the waitress from before, that 'Amai' character. Only this time in our school's uniform, a light blue apron, a turquoise handkerchief headband thing , and a red armband with a cupcake insignia. She had a tray of sugar cookies. Her face was also covered in some sort of white powder.

The brunette girl set the tray to the side. " Oh my, are you okay? " she asked leaning forward. M leaned her head back and peaked behind her arm shield to look at Amai. Her eyes widened and she began to flail her arms to pick herself up. Realising a better way then a backward push up, she turned on her side and extended her arms. She returned her eye contact with the girl.

" Yep! I'm perfectly fine! Totally didn't embarrass myself!!! Hahaha! ...heh ," she replied loudly and very rushed. Amai softened her concerned face with a small warm smile. " That's good to know," she sighed returning to the cookie tray. I walked over to M to help her, leaving the package on the floor. The purple haired girl glared at me. I paid no mind to it as i began to yank M.

" Can we help you ? " She asked in a friendly voice, contradicting her expression. " Package delivery from the science club, " I replied pulling up M, who picked up the box. The purple girl slid the whisk into a drawer. " Sorry we don't like to use human flesh for cooking, " she replied. Amai let out a short exhale of breath. " Very funny miss haruka. Now could you please frost these?" She asked in a softer voice. The violet girl nodded, twin drills bobbing, and walked to the other side of the room.

Amai trotted over to M and me. She pulled up a flap of the box. " Ah, I wondered what happened to these," she stated to no one in particular and grabbed a book. She quickly thumbed over the contents of it and looked up. " These will fill that missing spot perfectly. Thank you! " She replied with a soft warming smile. She laid the book on top of the box and slid her hands under the box. " I can handle this Midori, " she stated pulling the box away. M processed to stutter over her words as their hands brushed when she pulled. She glanced over our shoulders. A small smile peered over her lips.

" Is that the new version of flower crowns, shin?" She giggled. Higaku twisted his face. He folded his arms. " Very funny, Odayaka. Like I would be the one to wear a flower crown," He muttered. Haruka turned to face us. " Because it's totally unoriginal for someone of your 'tastes' , right? Right up there with the love of makeup and black lace, " she said in a half joking tone. Odayaka stopped chuckling. M made a confused noise and looked at me. I returned her look. I didn't get the jab either. I don't know what you expect me to tell you.

He furrowed his eyebrows and emitted a huffy noise. He then grabbed another chunk of colorful foam string from his hair. " See you around Aishi, " He muttered and began to march away. Odayaka sighed a walked to the counter. " That wasn't necessary Kokonna," She scolded. I say scolded but really it was an annoyed sigh. Haruka pouted finishing the frosting. " I know but those occult club members creep me out. " She replied setting the icing bag aside.

Odayaka furrowed her eyebrows and dropped the box on the counter. " I don't know what's wrong with you lately, Haruka but something is off lately. Are you okay?" Odayaka inquired placing a hand on her shoulder. The purple haired girl rolled that shoulder. " I'm fine. Really," She said trying to sound reassuring.

Welp. I've done everything I need to do. I glance over to the now less blushy M. Her head was slightly tilted. Her green eyes seemed focused on their convention... that or the cookies. Or maybe both, I can't tell.

I should probably ask her about her little set up in the dressing room. I'd like to send Info-chan the video as quickly as possible. I nudge her arm a bit. She swung her head in my direction. " Yan-chan? " She asked. " We have some," I started to say. I paused to do an air quote motion," 'Important business' to tend to. " She blinked. She curled her lips into a sort of puffy look and stared at me. Her face suddenly lite up. " Ah! Yeah! I remember, " she replied nodding. She swung her head around. " Have a great day guys-girls-dudes-dudette- actually are you okay if I say br-"

" A simple good day is fine Midori, " Odayaka smiled. Midori vigorously nodded. " Ah!! Okay! Well- good day Amai! Kokona! " She replied. Haruka waved carelessly while Amai picked up the tray. M grabbed my hand and began to lead the way out.

I turned to start my walk to ... well nowhere in particular just somewhere else when I remembered something else. I tossed my head back " Kusha says he-AcK!!!" I started as I bumped into something very warm. M let go of my arm. " Oh-sorry there Yan-chan!"

Oh. Joy.

It's yamada.

He proceeded to dust some fake dust off my shoulder where we touched. "I didn't see you at first, or at all really. I was starting to get worried," He babbled on. I sighed sounding annoyed. " No. No! It's my fault I didn't see you charge in here," M began to apologize. A light gasp was admitted from both of the other girls.

"S-Senpai..."

We looked over to them in unison. Odayaka looked surprised and the tray looked like it was slowly slipping further and further away from her. Haruka looked awe struck. Her fingers were fanned across her chin, her middle finger barely touching her lips. Both girls shared something on their faces that made me shutter. A new eerie slimy green glow to their once colorful eyes.

M grabbed my hand again. We exchanged glances. Wasn't she talking about this Saturday? Odayaka blinked and shook her head. Her eyes returning to their normal turquoise. She smiled and repositioned the tray to save the cookies from falling. She began to walk...no... creep towards Yamada.

" Senpai, we were making cookies," she stated breathlessly. She plucked a cookie and held it towards his face. " Would you like one?" She cooed. Yamada raised an eyebrow. " Are you sure? I wouldn't want to impose, " He replied. Odayaka laughed. " Oh, you're never unwanted here, Senpai," she sighed. I could feel M's grip tighten after that. Tightened to the point her nails were one flick away from scratching me.

Yamada nodded and complied, taking the cookie from Odayaka. He parted his slightly chapped looking lips and bit the small cookie in half. His grey eyes lite up. " Wow, this tastes amazing! " He remarked. Odayaka blushed. " Glad you like them," she sighed. He shoved the rest of the treat into his mouth. " Did you make this," he said breathing out crumbs, some of which fell onto my shoulder. I repeatedly brushed my shoulder with my free hand to get rid of them.

That is very rude, sir. If you could not do that, thank you.

She nodded her head. " Yep! A special family recipe of mine~ of course..." Odayaka trailed off. She motioned to haruka. " I had some help with preparation. " Haruka's eyes no longer had the green glow. I presume it left her as soon as there was a dent in the cookie. Her hand fluttered from her lips to her heart...chest area in a ball form. She looked down with a faint shade of pink on her face. " H-hey? " She squeaked.

Yamada tilted his head as he grabbed another cookie. " Hey aren't you in my drama club?" He asked taking a bite. Haruka's head frantically began to bob. " S-so glad you remembered me senpai, " she sighed. " So do you know how I can get one of those rose pendants, I can't stand our vice president so I can't ask them," he replied, crumbs spilling, and stepping forward to the frazzled girl, pushing me and Odayaka out of his way.

Odayaka trailed behind Yamada like a duckling would its mother. I seized the opportunity by grabbing M's hand. I booked it out the door while M was still trying to processes their conversation. " Where you going this time, Yan-chan? " She asked taking back her hand. " Somewhere where I can not feel someone breathing on me..." I mutter. " That's not very specific," she remarked. I lessen my pace. " Yeah well, I wasn't really thinking things out," I replied. She giggled. " I can tell! your face was all scrunchy like you just drank the most unsweetened lemonade ever times ten boxes of sour candy...may be a tiny bit of disgust in there too! heh.. heh..." Our conversation died down a bit. I could feel her tense next to me.

" So about that business we needed to do, what was that again? You weren't really giving me any hints back there" she asked. Ah, yes. That video. I turned my glance to the girl of emerald. " Is your phone prepped for the video? " I asked. She puffed her lips and raised an eyebrow. " I didn't use my phone for that," she replied patting her bag where her phone was tucked away. I froze.

what ? How?! Why?! Did she forget?! She better hasn't forgotten!!!

" You-you didn't use your phone?!" I stammered trying to phrase my words calmly. She bobbed her head. " 'course! I wasn't gonna leave my baby in a cold locker~ " She giggled. I knitted my eyebrows and gritted my teeth. " I thought you said you'd help? " I lightly demanded. M stopped walking. She turned to me and raised her hands in front of her. the gestures were not out of alarm, but in a more calming fashion.

" Yes I did! And I am! I set the camera I used for my club's streams in my locker! It's battery is actually way longer than my phone, so I thought that be better than my phone. It's actually recording right now! " She said clasping her hands together. I softened my expression. " Ah. That was... thoughtful... I suppose, " I respond returning to my walk. M smiled and continued forward too. " what about handing the footage to me? i figured you would just text me the video," i continued. she shrugged. " after the video i was gonna edit it in my gaming club. there doesn't seem to be a high demand for average girls, so why hand it to here?PLUS i'm not trying to be a huge creep here! gotta have some limits you know?"that is a reason, i suppose.

i shrugged. " i personally done what i had to do regardless what would have happened to others," i mutter. m tapped her pointer fingers together. " hmmmm, well... i suppose that could be funnish i guess. that's kinda damaging," she replied. How? having no limits lets you obtain your goals with any means possible, which makes said goal more likely to be real. say you drop food on the floor. are you going to pick the food up despite it being not "dirty" or would you still eat it because food is food? if you had no limits you'd still have something to eat. the means would be looked down upon, but you would still have something.

m began to produce a nervous chuckle. " so with all of that i said before, why don't you swing by the gaming club? after i edit the video, you can download it to your phone! ryuto usually has one of those cables you connect to your phone to download images and stuff in his bag. he won't mind if we borrow it," she continued. " ah," i replied. she looked at me confused. " ah?" i nodded my head. " not like i have anything interesting to do then," i reply. she smiled warmly with a light giggle. " aww you sound worried," she replied jokingly. i open my mouth to deny. she lightly nudged my shoulder. " Don't worry we don't bite! well, at least pipi doesn't unless she's provoked," she continued. i gave a light huffy breath with an unglued expression. " if you say so M..."

M smiled as the blaring bell school bell dismissed us.