*DING DONG DENG DONG… ALL CLASSES HAVE BEEN DISMISSED. CLUB ACTIVITES BEGIN IN 3 MINUTES*
Kajitachituginugikururiririrpurururunpyuun jr., a small male, dashes into a bare classroom plastered with posters of the occult on an autumn afternoon. He sets his lumpy bag down onto the table and sits impatiently. Three minutes pass, and the boy is still alone. At least during this time, he can think quietly to himself.
Where is that nerd? He better not ditch the club and stand me up when everyone else is sick. That's only what lame masters do.
Right at that moment, someone bursts in through the open window of the clubroom. The screen rips and the person is lying flat on their back on the floor. The figure on the ground is also a small male, who has propellers attached to the sides of his head.
"What the- Wednesday! What are you doing?! How did you even get up here? It's the third floor, dude!" said Kaji.
"Ah…aha dude…, I'm seeing the stars…quick, give me mouth to mouth before I pass out. You're the only one who can do it. You're the only one…" Wednesday muttered before his eyes drooped close.
"What the what! Dang it, don't die!"