Who: Members and interested parties. What: Anti-Bullying Club. Where: Empty classroom? When: Monday lunchtime. Why: It's a club!
Nanakamado's Anti-Bullying Club was in session. The door opened silently and hung slightly ajar.
Kouchisei was outside. His warm palm cusped the metal door handle; he began turning it the wrong way. He stopped - what was he doing? Children were testing a silly rumour all over the school. He found such childish thoughts insulting. He dropped the handle and cast left and right. An empty corridor: good.
And that club. People told him to take it easy. It wasn't advice that worked. He didn't want to feel any worse.