Alrighty folks, due to complications... I doubt I will be updating every monday. It's possible I'll still manage depending on many factors... -sigh- anyways hope you enjoy this chapter! :D

I'll clarify again just for the sake of I don't want to get sued... I do not own Sket Dance or it's characters. I only own Triggerspec and her mother.

"Are you enjoying being a part of the Student Council?" Michiru questioned twirling his hair.

We were the only two in the room at the moment.

"I'm not even a part of this thing... I'm just here to clean your messes."

He laughed as he flicked back his hair, "We truly appreciate your efforts though! But, how do you expect to be a part of the group when you don't speak?"

I opened my mouth to say defend myself but nothing came out and I just sighed.

"I don't want to be a part of this group..."

"Well I think you would make a great addition and should speak up more. From what I can tell you seem to be a good kid."

"I'm not that much younger than you..." I grumbled.

"Haha. Well I have something I need to do. Good luck with your drawing."

I waved and returned to my sketch pad. It was a spare period so I decided to come here to get away from the noise before the Council flooded in here again at the end of the day. Things were easy since Sojiro seemed to be bored of making my life hell and left me to sit alone in my corner while they discussed things. Other than that, the group would usually just talk to me if they needed something fixed, cleaned or replaced. I pretty much took up a job of being their own personal janitor... unfortunately I got paid squat though.

"Trigger-san? What are you doing here? You're not skipping class again are you?"

I looked over to see Tsubaki standing with his hand on his hip. He looked at me with disappointment since he took my silence as an answer. So I shook my head and pulled my knees closer to me as I tried to sketch again.

"What are you drawing?"

I looked down to see a perfect replica of the room I was facing. I turned the pad and showed him the drawing. He took it from my hands and looked at it with wide eyes.

"Wow. I'm surprised you didn't join the Art or Manga club."

I chuckled as I scratched the back of my head. I noticed the shuffling of the pages and had a heart attack.

"No!" I snatched the book away... "I... I'm sorry. I- I don't like p-people looking..."

"Well, can I have that picture? I know it's odd but I really am proud to be a part of this Council."

I went completely red as I looked down at my book. I deiced to make a quick change. When I looked back up I noticed Tsubaki had vanished. I tore the page out and ran out of the room, he was only a short distance out of the room.

"H-Here!" I blurted out as I bowed down low and holding out the picture.

He took it and looked it over again, "President Tsubaki... Thank you Trigger-san."

I heard his footsteps retreat before I stood straight. I was almost hyperventilating, but it seems I was getting better at talking. I wandered back into the room to see Sojiro looking at my sketchpad.

"Dammit Sojiro! Don't go through my stuff!"

I jumped grabbing the book from him.

"Kakaka...You're a little obsessive eh?"

"Shut up! It's none of your business! What are you doing here anyways?"

"Looking for you."

"Urgh, how unfortunate..." I grumbled putting my things away.

He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and began to drag me out of the room.

"Wha- What are you doing? Let go you idiot!"

He laughed as he let me walk on my own a couple steps behind him. What is with him? He's been extra annoying since I joined this stupid club. Walking me to school every day, asking about my school work.

We ended up in an empty clubroom and he gestured for me to walk in. I was hesitant but I did so anyways.

I squealed when I walked in and was attacked by confetti being shot at me and a group of people shouting happy birthday.

"W-Wh-Wh-What..."

"I knew you'd forget, you dunce."

Sojiro lightly punched the top of my head.

"President told us it was your birthday so we wanted to do something to help you feel more welcome!" Mimori cheered.

"After all you're always cleaning up after us." Michiru winked at me wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

I stood there stuttering like made before I just broke out bawling my eyes out. It's been years since I've had people celebrate my birthday. Though my mother did try her best to book the day off work and buy me a cake and something small... But other than that I've never told anyone the date nor had anyone bother to care...

"Did I do too much? I'm sorry, was it the confetti?" Mimori began to panic at my odd behaviour.

"No, -sniffle- I'm... I'm so happy... thank you so much! Wahhhh!"

"Kakaka... How about some cake?"

I wiped my eyes and tried to sniffle back my sobs. I was such a idiot, crying over something like this.

"Here." Daisy handed me a piece of cake and I nodded a thank you. We all took a seat around a round table decorated by cloth and sweets. Soft sounding music played in the background and I watched as they all talked amongst themselves. I jumped when Sojiro wrapped his arm around my shoulder and handed me a box.

"What is this?"

"You think we would have a birthday without gifts?"

I took the box and unwrapped it showing off a first aid kit. I glared at the box as my eye twitched.

"You know, for when you pick fights with closest, stairs and other bothersome inanimate objects."

"I hate you so much..."

He laughed but was interrupted when Mimori handed me her gift. It was a tiny box with golden wrapper.

"I hope it isn't too much."

I opened it to see a golden bracelet with a small skull embedded in a plaque.

"HOLY CRAP! Is this real gold!"

"Sojiro said you don't get many gifts so I wanted to get you something special."

"Haha, that's Mimori." Michiri teased.

"Thank you so much guys... I really don't know what else to say."

The party ended and of course not without a sting from Sojiro. I stood strangling a broom as I stood in the empty room.

"Don't forget to clean up before you leave, bye!"

I would have been more angry but I couldn't stay mad right now. I just had so much fun it was incredible. So I continued my duties and cleaned up. It wasn't so bad. I heard the door open and I glanced over.

"Oh, hey Tsubaki-kun."

I froze for a moment as I soon realized what I had said.

"Did you need help? I found it a little odd that President would make you clean up your own surprise party."

I let out a sigh of relief. "I'm more surprised he didn't make me plan it myself really..."

"Are you and President going out?"

The broom in my hand snapped... Urgh so much for my streak of unbroken brooms. I saw Tsubaki flinch back.

"NO! No way in hell! What...What gave you such a blasphemous idea?"

"Well just the way you two act. He seems to know so much about you too."

"Tsh! No... I hate that idiot..."

I realized I hadn't looked at him since he walked in. I wanted to see him, but I didn't want to ruin this miraculous moment. I took a seat as I tried to stick the broom handle back together magically. I could feel my nerve tense up again. Next thing I know he had taken the seat in front of me. My face went red and all my confidence from earlier had vanished.

"Do you really hate being around me?"

Quite the opposite is what I wanted to say but all I could do was shake my head.

"I've seen you talk normally with the rest of the Council but when I'm around you go silent and completely ignore me."

It was silent for a long moment before I heard him stand and sigh. I felt so horrible as he began to leave. There was so much I wanted to say, to ask about... I would love to have a decent conversation with him. But I didn't want him to know me. It would just be like everyone before him... My heart took over my head and I ran up pulled him back inside pushing him against the wall resting my head on his chest to hide my tears of embarrassment.

"I-I don't want you to hate me!" After a second I pulled away and took a couple steps back. "S-Sorry..."

"Don't be."

My head snapped up as his finger pulled up my chin. He looked so cute with the light pink on his cheeks and that half lidded gaze he gave me.

"Why would I hate you Trigger-san? You don't even let me know who you are."

I could feel the blood rush to my head and then my eyes roll int he back of my head. I collapsed to the ground with a thud.

I woke with cold air blowing on my face. I opened my eyes to see Sojiro's right in front of mine...

"WHAAA!" I squealed and the face retreated.

"Trigger, you're awake..." I looked over to see Tsubaki kneeling down as well.

Sojiro let out a sigh, "You had us worried. I was on my way back to see if you were done and saw Tsubaki stampeding down the hall. He said you fell and wouldn't wake up."

I thought for a moment. Wait, what had happened?

"Ughhh..." I groaned as my head was spinning like mad.

Sojiro picked me up with a disappointed face.

"Can you take care of this Tsubaki? I'm going to take this idiot home."

"I'm not an idiot! You're the idiot, you idiot!" I squirms frantically flailing around.

"I'm so sorry Sojiro-chan..."

I whined as I patted the boys back. On the way home during my flailing I had managed to punch him it he face.

"I didn't mean too... I was just hyped up from the cake and that."

"Ah... It's alright, kakaka."

We staggered into his front door as he collapsed on the couch, "So you were finally able to talk to Tsubaki huh?"

I tensed up and went red. "What?"

"It seems my little trick worked... though I'm starting to regret it."

"Trick? What trick?"

"I put alcohol in the icing. I thought maybe with some artifical courage you'd open up a bit and stopped being such a drag."

I pounced on him grabbing him by the collar and rattling his brain to mush.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY? I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WOULD DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT! YOU'RE LUCKY I DON'T PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE AGAIN!"

He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me around until I was pinned to the couch.

"Calm down would ya! You're lucky you can't talk to him! What kind of guy would like a brute like you!"

I froze as I looked up into his narrowed eyes. He let go and took a seat at the end of the couch.

"Sheesh, my poor brain..."

He was right... I have a horrible personality. What kind of guy would go for something like me, I'm completely broken and cruel.

"I'm going to go do my homework. Thanks for bringing me home."

I walked out and ran back to my house slamming the door behind me.

I heard her door slam from inside my own house. Then it finally clicked in to what I had said.

"Damn... You've really done it now Sojiro boy..."