With last period free, Ayano went to her favorite room in the school to partake in her own personal pastime. She entered the room and was glad to see the forms of importance right where they were left last. A few were complete from yesterday, but many were left unfinished.

Well, since I am here I might as well get the jump on it before everyone else shows up.

Ayano reached for the forms and them near herself. She took a pen from her bag and proceeded to fill them in. They were from the various student organizations seeking authorization for field trips and special events and such. Ayano completed one form, and then filled out another, and another, keeping a steady pace, but as time lingered on and as she had no company to distract herself she went inwards into her own thoughts, and she reflected deeply on the conversation she witnessed her crush having with her recent roommate.

"Their meeting, and that hug…" the vice-president mumbled aloud. "It couldn't possibly mean…"

Ayano shook her head swiftly. "No! Don't be insane! We've been through this, and their just friends."

Though it has greatly dissipated even before her exile and the move-in, she once held a sort of envy of Yui's relationship with her crush, and to a certain degree was even paranoid about it. She used to perceive her somewhat as a rival suitor, although she never made this known to either Yui or her fellow spectacled confidant, or even to herself. But the fear was there whether it was repressed or accepted. She remembered how some nights back in her old room how she would sometimes lie awake at night for at least a couple of hours fearing that the silent girl was getting the jump on her, and how even after she managed to fall asleep, the nightmares would come.

Oh, Ayano-chan! I'm flattered by your feelings, but – But what Toshino Kyoko! – But Yui already confessed her feelings to me, and I'm going to accept them! – What!? No don't do that! I love you, Toshino Kyoko with all my heart! – I'm sorry, but if it's any constellation, you never really had a real chance. I mean, Yui and I have a special and deep bond that goes back to childhood whereas you can't even say my first name alone. – No, please, Toshino Kyoko!

And she would wake up in a cold sweat to the image of them either holding hands or kissing. Regardless, the two were always smiling, which was what haunted her the most. It was probably these fears that prevented Ayano from becoming friends with her shy classmate for the past two years despite ample opportunity. She didn't hate Yui, not in the slightest. She was smart, kind, pretty, and they shared an affinity for jokes and puns. But this subconscious fear served as an insurmountable barrier, which was what troubled Ayano greatly about the move-in. But her fear of a Yui and Kyoko shipping wasn't greater than her fear of dying in the gutters. And ironically enough, the move-in set into motion the fear's dissipation.

"Yui, can I ask you something," she remembered asking Yui a week after she moved in.

"Hmm?" Yui let out inquisitively as she allowed the new inductee to distract her from her cooking. Ayano didn't want to come across as rude, but the thought of Kyoko liking anyone else just tore her up inside so much that she had to know the truth. However, in retrospect, her inquiry might have been excessively abrasive.

"Do you like Toshino Kyoko?" She blurted out. "Romantically."

"Ehh?" Yui went white. "Wha-what…what's with tha- how would you even?"

"Oh, God!" Ayano said realizing just how untactful she asked that question. "I'm so sorry. I was trying to be rude. It's just that you two seem so close that I was just curious was all." She threw her arms out as if to catch Yui in case the girl collapsed. But Yui managed to remain standing.

Ayano was fully conscious of her abrasiveness, but she couldn't repress her fear down any longer. Being Yui's roommate, she's seen the two associate more frequently and in a condescended amount of time. She wanted to ask her about it ever since Christmas when Kyoko did those dates, but she couldn't muster the courage. But since moving it, she simply could not take seeing the two together anymore without some sort of explanation.

"But I would like to know, anyway. I'm not trying to imply that I think you like girls, too, but it's just the two of you are so close that …" Ayano paused. "I don't think I'm improving the situation. I'll just go watch TV. Forget I asked anything."

Yui breathed in and out and regained her composure. "Hehe," she laughed. "No, don't worry about that. We're best friends and that's it." Yui waved her hands to enforce her position. "As much as I do like Kyoko, I could never date her. I wouldn't be able to handle the constant aggravation!"

"Oh, well, that's a relief." Ayano sighed.

"In what way?" Yui asked.

Ayano's face collapsed and she stared deadpan at her roommate, terrified at the prospect that she may have just blown her masterly crafted cover after so long, and to Kyoko's best friend no less. She desperately reached for an excuse.

"Ah, no reason. No reason at all. Just, um…just thought that you would get frustrated so easily if you were dating her, and I was concerned for your mental health. Kyoko and I are rival as you know!"

"Hmm, rivals? You two don't seem like rivals."

"Well, maybe not in the conventional Himawari-Sakurako sense," Ayano muttered nervously, playing with her fingers to hide her fear. "But…but it's there, I assure you."

"Well, all right. She's never mentioned it though, but if you say so."

Yui returned to her chef work, and after some time, Ayano sighed another sigh of relief having just saved herself once again. Seems to be becoming a habit recently, she thought.

"Hehe," Yui chuckled. "What's so funny?" Ayano asked.

"Just the thought of myself dating Kyoko. Just an amusing concept is all. We're two different."

"So, you've never looked at her in that way before?"

"No, we're purely platonic."

Ayano smiled.

"If I were to date her though, I could just imagine. I'd might as well be date that blasted box of hers, too."

The two stared at each other silently, and then the two bolted out laughter. Both of them nearly fell over chocking on their own merriment.

"Haha! Yeah, she would always be coming up with foolish ideas and the like."

Ayano's reflections were disturbed when she reached a form of particular peculiarity – a form from the Amusement Club.

What the hell, Ayano thought. It wasn't a form as much as it was a plain sheet of looseleaf formatted to resemble an official club form. Ayano could recognize the writing anywhere, it was Kyoko's. She glanced at the drawn-in sides and lines. Despite the completely lack of respect for the time of others, Ayano did have to admit that she was a little impressed.

A bit roughshod, but her formatting does actually resemble an official copy. That Toshino Kyoko is such a wonderful drawer, and…hang on! Wait a second-

Ayano stopped herself, realizing that as the vice-president she had to adopt responsive action towards this outrage.

What the hell am I thinking! This is no time for complaints! This is outrageous! She just forged a fake form, a complete violation of policy!

Ayano looked at the form once again, and saw that it was a mimicry of their space request forms for club fairs and open houses.

What!? She wants a space! They don't get a space! They're not an official club!

Ayano reflected on her rage, and wondered just why this was so upsetting. This was certainly a breach of school policy, but not a major infraction and sure it was a part of Kyoko's long slew of insufferable actions, but it wasn't as if it was anything worse than the usual. Perhaps it was because she had simply gone to far. Perhaps she was merely mad at herself for continually letting her own personal affections cloud her judgment on these matters. Or perhaps it was because she just found Kyoko's brazen display of contempt for the council of which she had devoted her life to to be an egregious display of disrespect. Perhaps it was all these or none of them, but it was clear that for whatever reason, Kyoko had indeed overstepped her bounds to far this time, and now it was time to bring the hammer of justice down on that club of that two-bit club of there's.

Just at that moment, Chitose walked in.

"Hello Ayano-cha…"

"Ah good! Chitose! You're here at last."

"Ehhh? What're you talking about?"

"Look at this! Toshino Kyoko just submitted a mock request form asking for space at the next club fair! This is outrageous! She's gone too far this time!"

Chitose glanced at her friend quizzically. "A mock form?" She went over and took it from her friend's hand. She glossed over it.

"Well, Kyoko did make a pretty decent looking facsimile," she said while smiling.

"I already went through that Chitose, but this time I'm threw! I have no idea why this one is it, but I'm just fed up with Toshino Kyoko's attitude!" In her fit of rage, Ayano's vocal chords and thought-process lost all control of their motor functions. "She sits there and thinks that since she's all cute and has golden hair and transcendentally beautiful eyes that I can't help but get lost in every time I stare at them that she can just run amok and do whatever she wants because I'll always be there to bail her out every time she flaunts her divine beauty in my face? She thinks that she can just use me and feed on my emotions and manipulate my actions? Well, no dice! The time for talking about it is finally over! The time for action is here!"

Ayano walked towards the door, and yelled a, "C'mon, Chitose, " towards her trusty friend. She was semi-out the door when she realized that the white-haired girl was not by her side. She turned back and saw bloody-nosed Chitose lost in a gaze.

"Eh, Kyoko-chan, you are a goddess among mere mortals. I, Ayano, will forever venerate your beauty…" Chitose mumbled.

"Ah, jeez," Ayano mumbled herself while retrieving her friend. She went behind and pushed the comatose girl out the door and the two went off to finally put down that terrorist cell that has been destroying the way of life that the student council has long upheld and championed.

As Ayano pushed her friend towards the grounds, Ayano suddenly remembered the time on the rooftop, and she stopped dead in her tracks.

And here we are, a longer chapter to make up for my unforgivably short one last time. And so the plot thickens. Ayano finds a forged form from Kyoko. What could this possibly mean? What is that lesbian Al-Qaeda of a club plotting? Well, whatever it is, Ayano's about to deliver down swift student council justice before their insidious plot can even manifest itself!

Also, I forget who wanted it, but someone asked when some more fluff was going to come out, and so here's some fluff for you! I always give the public what they want. Don't worry people. This story isn't even half done yet. No, this story is a serial and I'm in this for the long haul. Whereas Never Change ended so quickly, Spring Time is still to have many more Ayano and Kyoko moments. In the next chapter, Ayano will reflect over the roof scene and what that meant for her, and then the plot of the Amusement Club will be revealed.

Stay Tuned.

:)