THIRD FLOOR, SCIENCE CLUB

Jamming a screwdriver in one of your creations while distracted, is a method for disaster. Kaga needed to focus, yet he couldn't. For some odd reason, he couldn't get you out of his mind.

Everytime he thought of you, a blush creeped up his neck, turning his cheeks a rosy pink shade his members continuously teased him about. Maybe you could be his partner in crime... Help him with his plan... But, you weren't the type for science, or anything like that. You were the complete opposite of him.

His small crush on you was developing into something more. When Horo started speaking his perverted thoughts of you aloud, Kaga couldn't help but threaten to choke him. All fun and games, he told him after.

Smoke erupted from a compartment of his machine, and springs flew out of the compartment, hitting one of his club members in the side of the head.

— Shit...

He muttered, covering his blush and running over to where the springs landed, ignoring his club member's pained protests.