A/N: For humor's sake, only Agon can complete this story. I live for these little pieces I made. I suggest you listen to "A Te" by Jovanotti as you read. This is an edited better version from the original. I noticed there was a problem with omniscient POV transitioning.
With his gun on his shoulder, Hiruma walked pass by the university buildings to enter their newly renovated clubroom door with a daze of pride. He got the President into buying some new vehicle for recruiting purposes from Takekura Gen Engineering as well. It would be a good gear to recruit new members this year. Just like before.
Letting himself enter, his eyebrows raised seeing the situation in front of him.
"Hiruma-kun?!... I-I just lost balance!" She was flustered enough, but was able to get straight to the point of it's not what it looks like response.
"Why, of course. I just helped her gain balance, trash." Agon stated teasingly, amused. He was obviously inserting negative implications to the circumstance.
Seeing Agon grinning on top of the bewildered Mamori, something was definitely wrong. Mamori was covering her face far too much, her nails were almost digging on the skin of her face, as if completely guilty of letting some other man touch her enough to make her move exaggeratedly backwards and stumble on her own feet. Most likely, Agon had aggressively asked her out. The fucking dreads constantly does. Fair enough, nothing had been technically and officially progressing between him and Mamori, anyway. He grinned and closed the door.
There were loud bangs and a girlish gasp of shock inside the clubroom. It was followed by a cackling laughter.
Agon opened the door and went out of the clubroom in a sinister smile to retain his composure. As if afraid, it was rather the first time Agon backed away from a potential duel with a trash.