(Picture is by Saturn 💫 on Amino)

After being told the specific colors, Kaga walked down the halls toward the art clubroom. It wasn't too far from the science room, so it wasn't too bad. As he was walking down the halls, he saw a girl with black hair holding a knife.

"What are you doing carrying a weapon with you? That's not safe!" He said as the black haired ponytail girl looked back.

"Sorry, I found it lying around so I was taking it to a teacher." She apologized.

"Oh, well that makes sense!" He nodded to her and walked toward the club room. Outside the narcissistic member was drawing a self portrait in his sketchbook, his long ginger hair in his face. Waving at Kaga, he decided to waved back.

When he walked into the room, he saw a boy about his age painting a picture of a volcano. He had red hair that looked soft to the touch and blue framed glasses. Time seemed to move in slow motion as he went in for the first time in a while.

Kaga just stared for a few seconds, zoning out everything around him. Why hasn't he ever seen the club leader here before? He's almost always in the club room! He looked much more different than described, but one thing remained as the rumors told.

"Oh hi..." The art leader Geiju Tsuka, said while looking at the science club leader with a dead expression,"Need something?"

"I uh... yes! Paint!" The red head pointed toward a shelf of paints, which was much taller than him. The silver haired boy recounted the colors required.

Silver, Ruby, Turquoise, Orange, and Yellow.

He didn't really understand why Meka needed those specific shades of red and blue, but he didn't question it.

The last four were easy to grab, as they all were on the bottom few shelves. But on the other hand, the silver took a little too much effort. There was a stool in the corner of the room, but it looked much too short to reach to the top shelf.

Kaga reached up for the metallic colored paints at the top of the shelf, where the silver was located. There was no reason for it to be so tall. Why waste money for a stool that's too short to reach when you could have just bought shorter shelves. As his hand made it up, the shelf seemed to wobble.

"What the f-" Kaga felt gravity pull the shelf down and it all came crashing onto the floor. Geiju made a slight wince movement and stepped back as it all collapsed.

"Too loud. Should've asked. Big mess." All those phrases had breaks in between them. Kaga let out a groan of pain.

"Oh god... my back..." he complained as Geiju came walking over, pushing it off of him. The club member outside, Enpitsu Byoga came running in, the door closing behind him.

"My word! What happened!?" The ginger yelped.

"My back is what happened..." Geiju helped up the fellow leader. Still recovering from being squished by metal, he held the silver paint in his gloved hands.

"Why didn't you give him the ladder Geiju!?" The art leader shrugged.

"Not here." He pointed where the ladder used to be, no longer being there.

"Oh yeah... the drama club borrowed it..." Enpitsu said.

"This will most likely negatively affect my progress..." Kaga sighed,"I need the nurse..."

"We'll help."

As the three left the room, they saw mysterious blood stains on the floor.

"What the..." The narcissist tilted his head toward the left. His eyes widened and began to look like seeds in a strawberry,"WHAT THE HELL!?"

"Wha... OH MY GOD! WE NEED TO GET A TEACHER!"