InsaneJournal

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.

So what was he to do here?