"You may go home now. "

That is my favourite line ever. That is the most pleasant sound I had ever heard since the school bells rang.

With that I waste no more and begin packing my stuff, more like shoving them into my bags, and dash for the door before others students ambush it. The corridor is still empty when I make my way, making my escape run smoother but just I was about a few metres from the entrance, two voices make my movement came into a halt. I come into a halt at their voices and fasten my pace.

"Mizuho-chan! Wait for a second. "

A second? As if I will buy that.

Instead of doing what she asked, I begin running towards the door but then suddenly a shadow jumps right in front of me.

"Gotcha! "

"Kyaaa! "

Did I just said 'kyaaa'?  Urgh, I hate how my girly side controls my stimulation.

Automatically, I close my eyes and cover my face with my hands, expecting the worst attack that could happen but  my anticipation is met with nothing. Sound of laughter erupts in my ears. Slowly I peek through my fingers space and my anger boil up. I cross my arms and begin tapping my shoes on the floor, "Ha ha ha. "

"Oh, come on. You got to admit that it's kinda funny," he stops clutching at his stomach and wipes his imaginary tears.

"What do you want, Shizuka-senpai? "

Yes, the guy who laughing his head off just because he managed to catch me off guard is my senpai, a third year. I know, hard to believe.

"You know what we want. "

I turn over and see another one of my senpai, Kamitsu-senpai. I give my best blank look but she just quirks an eyebrow at me, not deceived. A fade up sigh escapes my lips.

"I told you many times already that I'm not interested. I don't want to join your club. " Now, both of them are circling around me. Making this looks a lot like interrogation session.

"But why? "

"I'm done with kendo. "

They had been chasing me around school for a week already. Persuading, asking, ordering, offering, telling, bribing, you name it, even to the point to threat me. Unbelievable.

"But you represented your middle school for our state. You're freaking good! So, why? " I can see that he is becoming more desperate from the way he flails his arms in the air. He is acting like a kid who throw out a tantrum just because he does not get the candy he wanted. I feel more relieved to not see he laid down on the floor. 

Everyone, meet the president of Kendo Club of Minami High. From the way he acts, you would think that Kamitsu-senpai is the president but nope, fate has sickening way to twist the cliche. She is the vice president though, lucky.

"With you and Kowasuke-kun, we can finally win the championship."

I stop hearing the rest of the sentence when I heard his name and start choking on my own saliva. Kamitsu-senpai has to rub my back before I manage to compose myself.

"I'm sorry but still the answer is no. "

"Why? Give us three solid reasons and we might reconsider it," she brings her face forward, leaving only a couple of inches from my own. I swear if somebody just pushed her we will-

"Now, kiss-"

"Finish that sentence. I. Dare. You."

With venom dripping out from her voice, Shizuka-senpai chooses to step back and zips his mouth. Wise choice.

That ruined the moment.

Kamitsu-senpai's gaze does not falters, she is staring right into my eyes, daring me to lie straight into her face. I avert my gaze, no way I can come up with excuses when her eyes are sending daggers at me.

Wrong choice.

Hitsuya is there. He must had heard his name because the moment I look at her, he decides to look back, at me. For a second, it is just me and him. Friends that stared at each other.

Friends... Is it?

"Ah, Hitsugaya! Your timing is perfect. Tell Mizuho-chan about it," Shizuka-senpai tries to engage him in our talk too. He breaks off our gaze, "About what exactly? "

"About why she should enter our club, duh. "

So, he joined the club back huh. It is not surprising since he is before he changed into track and field club, yearning for new challenges. That is how he is and one of the amazing traits that I like about him.

"You also wants her to join, right? " This time my other senpai pushes it.

Hitsuya shifts in his place, from one leg to another, looking as uncomfortable as ever like me. Even the word awkward cannot defined the awkwardness of our situation right now but it looks neither one of my senpais caught the hint,so I decided to end it by myself.

"No matter what he said. The answer's still no. Get a grip and leave me alone, " my voice came out rather harsh that what I intended but I left that matter alone. Not even stealing one glance at them, at him, I stride past them and head for the entrance.

"You should join. It'll be fun. "

I froze in my place.

That's the first in the three weeks.

...

A week has passed since the small exchanged talk I had with Hitsuya and my seniors. They said they are giving me time to think thoroughly about it and honestly, I have started to consider it properly. Me and Hitsuya avoidseye contact at all cost and gives each other cold shoulder most of the time, ignoring each other's existence. This time, he does not tries to approach me and actually left me alone which I appreciate very much.

A month had passed since our heated argument and it feels like my time has frozen.

After pacing for the seventeenth time or is it eighteenth (?) in front of the dojo, I decide to stop torturing my legs and open the door and step inside, not after inhaling a deep breath. Sounds of wooden swords clashing with each other greet my ears. I smile, one of my favourite music.

Looks like the club was not as bad as I thought. There are quite a few numbers here, practising. In one glance, I noticed that their members are talented, a bit rusty and lack of the right technique but have a huge potential laid inside of them. Determination shine brightly in their eyes, without a doubt it lead them to more success in the future as long as they got fire will buried in their hearts.

A few of them notice my entrance but do nothing and continue their practices. I keep looking around, searching for that someone but mostly surveying the club environment whether it is people-friendly or not.

"Hey, do you know that Hitsugaya is joining our club? " I look past my right shoulder and see two girls whispering with each other. Not so whispering since I can hear them quite well from where I stand.

"Hitsugaya? The cool plus hot boy from class A-3 ? The spiky hair one?"

I have a few questions if you don't mind me asking ;

First, first name basis already? Seriously.

Second, how can cool and hot be categorized for the same person?  Cool + hot = average.

Third, spiky hair? More like mountain-hair. If a ball landed on his hair, surely the ball will be deflated.

Trying to listen their conversation because hey, why not? Better than standing in the middle of dojo like a pole, might as well hear some juicy gossips.

"But why he's here? I thought he was supposed to be at... "

After hearing her words after that, I blanked out.

Posting this because being a scriptwriter for my class creative project movie makes me realize how much I miss this  :'')

Ruzaie (○ﾟεﾟ○)