It started off like any normal day.
Well, "normal" in the sense that nothing weird was going. If it wasn't for Miss Asahina dressed up as a maid, serving tea, we'd look like any normal clubroom. And I have learned that we're anything but that.
But today was different. It was normal. And it was starting to freak me out.
Let me explain.
Just like always, we had all congregated in the clubroom after school. Nagato, the soul member of what was once the Literary Club (before being overthrown and conquered by our current "chief") sat with a very thick hardcover—the only movement being the occasional turn of the page. I already mentioned Miss Asahina's role, so there's no need to repeat myself. Across from me, sitting at the table was Koizumi, smugly making a move in a game of checkers we were playing.
"Well, it looks like I win for once."
That's because you were actually trying.
"It's not so much that I was trying; you were doing quite the opposite."
Okay, maybe he's right. I really wasn't paying much attention and just kept moving my pieces forward like an automated machine. There really wasn't anything to do here. Nothing was happening. And while for most of you folks that's nothing to get worked up about, I had every reason to be concerned at the high level threat of dangerous consequences this could cause.
"Kyon, would you... like some more tea?"
An angel's voice implored my attention. You don't even have to ask. I hold up my saucer as the adorable maid gently pours the steaming hot tea into my cup. It smells as lovely as Miss Asahina does.
As soon as she leaves to do... whatever it is her maid duties require, I find Koizumi resetting the checkers board.
"Care for another game?"
It started off as a normal day. That was the keyword... started.