Side-story/sequel to Clutz: Classes in Tokyo U are never boring, considering how Sakura has at least one Akatsuki member in all her classes. Is it too late to transfer?

School Festival - 1

Pein wiped his head from the sweat caused by the practice scrimmage they just finished and frowned when looking at Sakura bandaid a small scrape on Deidara's head. Ever since she joined as the team healer, small injuries during practice went from non-existent to a daily occurrence. Back then, even if they did get injured, each member would try to laugh it off as it was nothing. Anything to avoid the nurses in the campus hospital who would immediately try to strip them to "check for more injuries".

As he contemplated whether Sakura's presence was a blessing to avoid the nurses – or a curse that caused the members find increasingly cunning methods to "accidentally" get injured – Konan walked into the court with a flyer in her hands.

"I have some bad news" was the first thing out of her mouth.

As the team members looked at her, she handed the flyer to Hidan, who was drinking gatorade at the time.

PPSSHHHHHH!

Hidan spat out the gatorade while glaring at the poster, "What the fuck are we wearing!? Ancient Chinese costumes?"

The rest of the members immediately crowded around the flyer to read it.

It was a simple flyer promoting the school festival that Tokyo University was going to have next month. Written in bold red characters near the bottom was, "Tokyo U's famous basketball team, the Akatsuki, will be cosplaying in Ancient Chinese formal attire!"

"Who the hell decided this?" Deidara complained.

"President Jiraiya wanted more women to visit the school festival so he came up with this idea. Before Tsunade found out, he has already printed the flyers and distributed them all over the city" Konan explained, "During the meeting between all clubs, I tried to get us out of it by saying we have no way to get the costumes, but the sewing club immediately volunteered to make the costumes while holding a nosebleed."

Black lines started to cover her forehead as she continued talking, "I then said it was too much effort in getting measurements but she said…"

The team held the breath in dread.

"That the entire club knew the measurements of the entire basketball team just by visually looking. And there's even a log in the clubroom where the measurements are updated weekly."

The members felt a chill crawl up their backs and resisted the urge to cover themselves like a bunch of girls caught naked in the locker room by a pervert.

A cold silence covered the large court.

"… Wait, does that mean Sakura-chan also has to dress up in a Chinese gown? Like those ones with slits along the legs?"

Sakura's face turned white and fainted.

Hey everyone! Yep, I'm not dead, but I've been unfaithful to all my readers so I apologize! I've decided to turn "Classes with Akatsuki" into something like a trashcan where I throw all fantasies I have of the Akatsuki and their dear Sakura at school! So there's no real plot of any of these stories to the main story line. It's just pure fluff thrown in :3

You can thank this new arc due to the influence of Chinese novels that I've been reading lol!

So I hope you all will enjoy this~

Love,

WhiteMint