The slaps of my converse against the linoleum floor was the only thing I could as I ran through the halls of Iwatobi High. My friend Amakata had called in panic and had requested my presence at once, saying that I needed to hurry and had promptly hung up on me, leaving me fearing for the worse. I nearly crashed into the doorway of her assigned office as I slipped onto the floor. I spluttered and quickly caught myself on the doorjamb. I panted heavily, my heart pumping into my ears as I knocked on the door quickly.
"Ama-chan! It's me Mira-chan!" I called, worried when she didn't answer right away. I heard the door unlock and I saw her brown eyes peek through the crack into the door.
"Mira-chan! Come in come in "She said, ushering me inside by the wrist. "Is something wrong? Where's the fire?" I asked frantically as she started to pace as soon as she closed the door behind me.
"I need you do to do something for me!" She exclaimed, leaving me to stare at her in disbelief. Had she made me rush here just for…a favor? I frowned in confusion, suddenly displeased. I swear, that woman. I tucked my hands into the pockets of my short as I regarded her coolly, my initial panic slowly trickling into annoyance.
"You made me quit work for a favour, Ama-chan what the fuck" I swore and I saw her wince, she never did like my potty mouth.
"Gomen Mira-chan but it's a really important matter for me and I can only trust you to do it" She told me, holding her hands in front of her in a begging gesture. I looked at her with my famous blank face. She offered a small smile, the little tiny smile I couldn't resist. I chuffed and crossed my arms, leaning my butt against her desk.
"What is it?" I finally asked and her face lit up with a 100 watt smile.
"I need you to replace me as a swim club's advisor, they are counting on me but I really need to make this trip and I couldn't trust anyone else but you" A swim club? I could never run away from any clubs now did I? A Host club and now a swim club.
" What did do I have to do exactly?" I asked curiously and shoved a pile of papers into my chest which a scrambled to catch, some of them drifting off onto the floor.
"It's all in there now I got to go! My flight is in an hour, good luck Mira-Chan! The shorted brown haired woman called over her shoulder as she ran out of her office.
"Oy! Chotto matte Ama-chan!" I cried, running after her.
So that's how I became Iwatobi Swim Club's advisor.