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This isn't really an update, nor do I have plans to make this into another multi-chapter fic *shivers* , but I simply just thought of reposting a little extra I wrote on tumblr a while back to here.

October 23, 2013 - 16:01

Summary: Even though Chiba is officially the leader of one of the club's bands, some of the decision-making in the band happens without his apparent knowledge. A good example of this was how their band name was decided.

There was a knock on the door that afternoon.

"It's open." Ayaka answered, her eyes never leaving the lyrics-filled notebook page.

"Oh, Kisaragi-senpai! What brings you here?" Miho greeted the light music club's current president who had entered their practice room.

Ayaka looked up from her notes to give Kisaragi a brief nod in acknowledgement, which was returned in the same manner.

"Our school festival is fast approaching. That means, of course, every performing group wants to grab a slot to use the auditorium's stage as quickly as they can," Kisaragi briefly explained as he approached the long table where Miho and Ayaka sat. He pulled out a clean sheet of paper from the folder clutched in his arms then placed it onto the table before them.

"So we have to fill in that form then?" A voice perked up, causing Kisaragi to look for its source just to see Daisuke behind the couch curiously blinking at him.

"As usual," Kisaragi answered before turning back to Ayaka and Miho. "So far, only the entire morning for the first day of the festival is booked. So, you have the rest of the afternoon for that day, and the entire day after, to choose when you are going to perform," he informed as he watched Miho reach out for the form. "Especially since I'm sure that you guys are going to have the most songs to perform out of everyone in our club."

"Oh damn right we do, midget." A voice suddenly boomed behind his ear.

With a scowl, Kisaragi quickly turned to face the figure behind him, slapping their shoulder hard. "That's Kisaragi-senpai to you, lamp post!"

Eiji crouched down, rubbing his shoulder as he hissed in pain.

"The hell did he come from?" Miho muttered incredulously.

"Beats me," Ayaka muttered back.

Kisaragi stubbornly ignored the hissing blond. "Anyways!" He turned back to the two girls, with the now annoyed frown on his face seemingly not leaving anytime soon. "Be sure to submit that form to me before 5. And don't mess it up, we don't have enough copies to give you an extra."

With one final glare towards Eiji, who quickly averted his gaze, Kisaragi left the room.

"You're already 14 and you still don't greet your seniors? Shame on you, senpai! Who would want to be like you?" Daisuke booed loudly after.

Eiji glared at him. "Shut it, peep squeak."

"Don't talk to your junior like that, Eiji." Ayaka threatened a bit too casually, despite her eyes never leaving the form after Miho handed it to her.

"How many songs have we finally settled on performing?"

"Four songs, with two each in between the short interlude where we talk to the audience about our song writing process."

Miho, who was assigned to fill in the form as she arguably has the neatest handwriting out of everyone, diligently wrote down Eiji's answer.

"How long would that take us then?"

"Including your drum solo intro..." Daisuke hummed in thought. "I'd say at least 40 minutes."

Eiji scoffed. "We are so going to piss off a lot of people."

"You're already doing that nowadays," Ayaka rolled her eyes. "Besides, as long as we don't disappoint, they have no right to complain about it."

"Oh true," Miho grinned in amusement, writing down Daisuke's answer. Then she suddenly paused, tilting her head in confusion. "Say..."

She looked up to face the three. "What was even our band name?"

"Skullz."

"Daylight."

"Salted Fries."

Miho sweatdropped at the three completely different answers.

So we don't have a name yet. She concluded as she watched Ayaka and Daisuke stare at Eiji incredulously.

"What?" Eiji raised an eyebrow at the stares he had been receiving.

"You want people to eat us?" Ayaka asked him in disbelief. "Don't endanger the rest of us in your problematic shenanigans."

"Hey! Being truthful does not mean I'm problematic-!"

"Being truthful, decorated with mockery, you mean," Miho flatly inserted.

"And besides," Eiji ignored her, crossing his arms stubbornly, "it's better than whatever the hell 'Skullz' means. Like what do you even think we are? A halloween costume-making brand?!"

"At least it's not literal fast food!"

"Please don't argue about this," Daisuke pleaded tiredly.

Miho stared at the older two in exasperation, before letting her eyes dart back towards the half-filled form before her.

"Daisuke, Ryunnosuke, Eiji, Ayaka, and Miho," she blankly listed out loud as her hand moved on its own, gathering the attention of the other three.

"DREAM."

"Sounds stupid," Eiji commented.

"Should we be even having this discussion when Ryuunosuke-senpai isn't here yet?" Daisuke questioned, scratching his head. "I don't think we should argue about our band name if our leader isn't here yet."

Eiji's eyes widened in realization. "Speaking of that guy, Miho, where is he?"

"He's on cleaning duty. It wasn't supposed to be his turn today, but he just went and switched with one of our classmates because something urgent apparently came up and that he's way too kind for his own good," Miho answered, picking up a rubber eraser. "He'll be here soon, though."

"Yeah, so you better erase that before he arrives since that's the only copy we got of that form," Ayaka warned.

"Right right… ah."

With that pause, Miho then suddenly placed down the rubber eraser, smiling very tightly as she faced the three.

"What's wrong?" Ayaka inquired, eyebrows raised.

"I forgot I was using an inked pen to write."

"Miho what the hell did you just..."

The door suddenly clicked open, causing all four to flinch.

Miho urgently grabbed the form and tried to hide it under the table the instant she saw the familiar dark hair peeking out of the door crack.

"Hey, Kisaragi-senpai just told me that he already gave you guys the form-"

"IT WAS EIJI'S FAULT!"

Ryuunosuke stopped midway entering the room, staring at the incredulous sight of Ayaka and Daisuke huddled around Miho, who was furiously pointing an accusatory finger towards Eiji, who stood a distance away from the table, looking horribly confused.

Frowning, Ryuunosuke closed the door behind him and approached Eiji. "Eiji, just what did you do this time?"

"HEY! WHY AM I BEING BLAMED ALL OF A SUDDEN?! I HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING YET!"