You had just arrived into your new club, the literature club because your friend, Kiyotaka wouldn’t stop begging you to join a club this year. You were introduced too the members: Makoto, Leon, Kiyotaka (obviously), and someone who you somewhat remembered..the president of the literature club, Mondo Owada. You two were in the same class last year but barely interacted since he was much more popular than you.

He looked at you with a smile while the rest of the boys did there own things in the back of the club room. He stood there with his hands behind his back and his body slightly bent towards the side, smiling at you in an almost cunning way.

“Hmm, I’m guessing Taka brought you here, hmm? Not surprised, he can bring almost anyone in with a little convincing though it only worked on those two..” He chuckled, referring to Leon and Makoto. His eyes immediately went back to you, locked.

“He’s amazing, heh. But about you..I’m sure you remember me from last year, right..?”