Ah, welcome back!
I got a favorite, and that made me pretty happy, so it's time for another chapter!
Her expectations had dropped exceptionally, so say the least, as time further passed. It was true that her teacher was attractive, the numerous amount of girls in her class whispering to themselves about how cute he was made that certain but it didn't change one fact. How incredibly dorky and clumsy he was. Not only had he dropped the papers across the newly cleaned floors, he almost tripped along the way to the front desk, and stumbled on most of the names on the attendance list. To think, her teacher (by the name of Hisakawa, which they only learned after a vast amount of time) had even forgotten to call her and almost marked her absent. The only reason that she wasn't was due to another student, the ordinary one that she picked out of the crowd. She wouldn't forget, perhaps she would thank him herself after class. A new seating arrangement was in place, and she found out that she would be able to thank much sooner, seated right behind the entity. Maybe it was best to know his name first, Masami questioned before raising one digit to gently tap of the male's back. He flinched, clear as day to see, and she could only silently hope that she hadn't scared a possible friend.
"Excuse me...I just wanted to thank you. F-for telling Hisakawa-senpai that he forgot about me! My name is Watanabe Masami…oh! But you probably already know that…"
"Oh, no problem, my name's Kimura Minoru. "
And like that, the conversation was over, much to her sadness. At the very least she had learned his name, Minoru meaning truth…she liked it, at the very least. It would be the most eventful thing to happen in class, besides a bit of ruckus in the back of the class regarding the delinquent and some of the girls in the class. Kise? Was that his name? That's the vague name that she heard from the chattering, keeping the thought in the back of her mind as class had finished, and she was promptly lead to the next. And the one after that, and the one soon after that. She had met some new people, learned some names that she would easily remember but found it in herself that they may not remember her own. It bothered her, the fact that someone may not remember who she was, but she wouldn't let it get to her. The day was over, she had gotten through the first day of a long time, and all she had to do was go to the art club. And then home, and then to school after that. Ah, she was over thinking it again. At least the thoughts made the walk to the art club much faster, adjusting her uniform and fixing any creases present. This is it, her entrance, she can do thi—ah, did she walk into the door? Oh, she did, wincing and rubbing at her now sore nose. Well, it seemed that she messed that up, now she had to actually open the door for once. Gently sliding open the art club door, a quick scan of the room allowed her a glimpse of some of the members before walking in. Three girls, and four boys, all of which that didn't notice her presence with the exception of the club head, Matsushita.
"Excuse me... "
"Ah, Watanabe, isn't it? Welcome, come on, just take a seat. "
To say that the others were surprised when they noticed her was a bit an overstatement, it wasn't as if she was completely transparent. Just a bit translucent. Yet, she was still happy at the recognition, quietly taking a seat next to one of the girl's in the club. Short brown hair, amber eyes, and a heart shaped face. All Masami could wonder was what her name was, what did her voice sound like? Maybe she'll find out soon! Pretty, to say the least, yet she couldn't stare for too long, Matsushita was already beginning to talk.
"Okay, so welcome everyone to the art club. If you don't know already, or you forgot my name, I'm Matsushita Osamu. Now, mostly people would use the first club day for introductions, but we are going to get into business right away. As our first business, I want you to go around the school and draw the things you see. Now, that may not seem like much, but it's a starting point. Go wherever you want, and I want the pictures you draw when you come back. We will be doing this for the next week."
There was a brief chorus of groans and grumbles from the others under the belief that they wouldn't have to do much, but the idea brought a smile to Masami's lips. Drawing relaxed her, it made her rapid worried thoughts quell so that they no longer made her anxious, fidgeting in her seat. It seemed noticed by the girl next to her, and the moment Matsushita stopped talking she didn't waste a second getting out of the room. Where would she go? Well, there were clubs going on, maybe she'd find one that would allow her to watch and draw what she sees. Her adventure had begun, skittering around the school in an attempt to find her muses. And to say it was easy was a lie. The soccer club was busy, the writing club had a meeting, the baking club scared the life out of her, and now her options were beginning to run low. Much to her disappointment.
Clutching her sketchbook as close to her chest as she could muster, a resigned sigh made its way passed her lips, turning her withdrawn gaze forward. Well, it seems like the basketball club was next, hesitant in her walk in fear of being rejected once more. It seemed to be a trend at this point, being denied or not being noticed enough to be given the time of day. Nonetheless, even if her heart pulsated in her chest enough to hear it in her ears, peeking into the gymnasium. The sight brought confusion to the girl's gaze, never before had she seen so many people training so vigorously. Were they competing? That must be the case; why else would they look so determined? Not letting the sight frighten her more than she already was, Masami stepped into the gym, making her way towards what seemed to be one of the coach. He didn't seem that old, maybe nearing his thirties, wearing a set of black glasses to boot. Padding over in the coach's direction, a quiet "Excuse me. ", slipped passed her lips. At first, it garnered no attention; however another slightly louder exclamation did do so.
"Hm? Yes? Is there something you need? "
"Ah…sorry to intrude. But I'm in the a-art club…and I was wondering if I could watch and draw here? I-I promise I won't interrupt anything! Just…watching from the sidelines is all. "
The man seemed perplexed by her suggestion, yet his imposing gaze did anything but calm her down, shrinking even further into herself. Maybe she should've gone, this wasn't going to end well, and she should've known that to begin with. Anxiously gnawing down on her bottom lip, Masami continued to bounce from heel to heel, would he allow her to draw there? Would he yell at her? She should've been calm at the idea of drawing, but she was anything but! To think, she was so excited when she first left the art club to go find a muse, but now excitement was tossed out the window. This was torture, pure torture, maybe she should leave now-
"You may, as long as you don't interrupt. "
"Oh! Thank you, really! Thank you very much! "
She made absolutely sure to bow as many times as possible, a relieved and overjoyed smile dancing from cheek to cheek that she sent towards the coach, even gaining a slightly amused smirk from the man. Where would she sit? Her best option was near the door, making for a quick exit if anything were to go wrong, and so she did, taking a seat down on the group after she dusted her skirt. Sketchbook in hand, she took to drawing as many of the people she could see. The coach was her first muse, he wasn't moving around and the fact that she had talked to him face to face gave her a detailed idea of what his face looked like. She still needed to work on proportions, and the amount of times she had erased was making her arm sore. Despite that, she found something curious among the crowd. The boy she had bumped into when she first came in, he was definitely struggling with the task at hand. And there were even more perplexing individuals that were attempting to join the basketball club, in a much better condition than the struggling boy.
The one with the phone book, even he was there, and a giant of a guy as well. It wasn't even an exaggeration, he towered over every single person in the crowd of students and the color of his hair was a striking one at that. He must've been at least a foot taller than her! Were delinquents common in this school? There were those three, and she could see from where she was that there were two more. Red hair, and closer to her height, even from here she could see that he was barely struggling with the activity. And there was one with dark blue hair, and his skin was darker than what she had seen from someone born in Japan as of yet. Was he from another country? Maybe, maybe not, she could only devote half her attention to them as she drew all that she saw. When they had finally finished whatever training they were doing, she had three pages worth of drawing, and a lot of unknown faces that she wished she knew.
It was a good day. And when she went back to the art club, Matsushita couldn't have been happier.
