Fuuka swallowed. Yukari says to herself, "We're gonna get it now." Aigis is frozen with fear.

"Oh hey, Mitsuru-sen-" Ryoji cheerfully greets Mitsuru but she isn't having it.

Mitsuru's glare intensified and she calls in a brusque manner, "All of you, in the living room. Now."

Everyone swallowed hesitantly.

Everyone takes a seat on the sofa as Mitsuru sat on the recliner, upright. A strong silence fills the room. Junpei is tempted to break the silence and he does just that by apologizing but falters, "Mitsuru-senpai-"

"Silence! What gave you the nerve to initiate this gathering?"

No one answers. Junpei pouted.

"Don't give me that dreaded silence. You all know better to go off and throw a party without my consent. Think, people, about the damages you are apt to be liable for on this property. I'm dissappointed in you all. Especially you, Akihiko."

Damages? Everyone looks at Akihiko, the first one in Mitsuru's hot seat.

"Akihiko, I've already said this to you. I'm dissappointed."

Akihiko sighed.

"Well, I tried to-"

"Quiet!"

"B-but you wanted me to speak didn't y-"

"I said, quiet."

Akihiko held his tongue, holding back any objections.

The atmosphere was tense as Mitsuru verbally pelted the boxer with commands of silence. Junpei sighed with a doleful expression on his face, "Don't be so hard on him, Mitsuru-sen-"

"Excuse me, Iori? Did I permit you to speak?"

"N-no, senpai."

"Mitsuru! Hear the kid out. It was all him and Minato's idea in the first place," Akihiko snitched.

"What? Iori...and Arisato? You were the ones who-?" The redhead said, slipping into a brief silence when she noticed Kenji, standing there watching the group engage in a meeting with a tense atmosphere, "You're Tomochika, am I correct?"

Kenji, rolling up the wires, stops and swallows. "Yeah," he replied. Junpei says to him, "Dude, you're still here?"

"Make haste, Tomochika. What are you standing there for? Pack up and leave." She yells at the student who served as a DJ.

"Okay, Iori and Arisato. I am also dissappointed in you two as well."

"No shit," Junpei mumbled.

"Iori!"

Minato nudged Junpei with his elbow, "Stop."

"She's not a happy camper. I had a feeling about this," Fuuka whispered to Yukari.

"Yamagishi...silence!"

Fuuka squealed and covered her mouth with both hands. Junpei was surprised at Fuuka being reprimanded by Mitsuru.

"Yeah, I know." Yukari answered.

"Takeba, hush. What's with everyone speaking out of turn?"

"C'mon, what is this, elementary school!" Junpei said, irritated at Mitsuru's scrutiny.

"Silence! ALL of you."

Akihiko sighed and mumbled, "How long do we have to tolerate this? It's 12:18 for hell's sake-"

"-It vexes me to see that without my supervision, you all act as though you were raised without discipline and morals-" She notices that Kenji still hasn't left. "Tomochika, I thought you left already! Leave now or expect something really horrible-"

"Yeah, dude, just quit fuckin' around and just leave, dammit!" Junpei said, for the sake of Mitsuru.

"-Alright! I'm going. Damn," Kenji grabs his suitcases and bolts out of the dorm.

"Okay," Mitsuru said, "Where was I?"

Ryoji is hiding behind the walls that divide the dining room from the living room. He pokes his head out on one side until he is noticed by Fuuka.

"Ryoji-kun?" Fuuka yelped with wide doe-like eyes.

Mitsuru growled, "Okay! Is anyone else hiding! Mochizuki, I order you to leave this instant!"

Akihiko groaned in impatience. He yearns for a good night's rest, not to be scolded by Mitsuru. This is going too far.

"Okay, okay," Ryoji says going to his water cooler and drags it to the door.

"Mochizuki, what is it that you have in that cooler?"

"Jello shots."

"Jello shots? As in small cups of jello spiked with an alcoholic beverage? How dare you bring that into a dorm!" Mitsuru says, enraged.

"M-Mitsuru! Hear me out-" Ryoji's scared, gentle voice called out.

"Yeah those aren't-" Junpei spoke for Ryoji and trailed off because of her dissipating glare.

Mitsuru takes off one of her wedge slippers and aims at Ryoji furiously. Ryoji dodges and it strikes the porcelain vase Fuuka brought for the dorm. It breaks into shards and particles.

"Damn..." Junpei was fascinated at her aim.

Fuuka gasps, "Noooooooo! Not the vase! Control yourself, senpai!"

"Fuuka's right. This isn't like you...at all! You need to snap out of this right now! You need to rest."

Mitsuru gasps, snapping out of her instant fit. She collapsed on her knees, succumbing to her guilt.

"I-I..."

"Spare us your anger, Senpai. Just take a rest. I know you are tired, having to wait almost half the day for one of those boardmembers to talk to you about applying for one of the most elite colleges in the state. We're tired too. We'll discuss this later, okay, when everyone's all bright and chipper, which won't last long until you bitch at us."

"Tired?" Mitsuru said panting in exhaustion, "I bet you guys weren't tired when you threw this disaster..."

Everyone but Mitsuru retreat upstairs into their rooms.