The One-Person Club! (ColdHarem)

[Kairyn]

[name] has joined the Art Club, well it supposedly was supposed to be Art Club. Though, no one really joined. [name] is a great fan of art, his uniform would always have a paint stain somewhere hidden inside or out. Even though there was only one person in the club, he still went to the class room on every Wednesday after school. He got comfortable just painting alone in this blank canvas of a room.

Though, one day, once entering his classroom, he met a girl with a scarf slung around her neck. She opened her muffled mouth and sheepishly said:

"I-I would love to join Art Club...!"
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[Kairyn]

By the clinging of the bell and the final words of the teacher, the rest of the students got up from their seats and started to form little clumps of people that went out the door. Though, one student stayed behind. The student's soft brown eyes were pointed downward upon her piece of paper.

Her eyes did not move nor read the paper she wrote, she was simply frozen in time.

"Akane, aren't you going home?"

"U-Uh yeah!"

The teacher and student exchanged words, both ending in complete utter silence until the crumpling of paper occupied the room. Akane stuffed her paper ball into a random pocket of her backpack. She zipped up the backpack and hauled it up on her back. Akane got up from her seat, her dark brown scarf swaying behind her as she made her way to the exit.

"Bye. ."

Akane twisted her head towards the teacher's desk, though it was left vacant. I guess she left already? Akane pondered, being quite an air-head to paying attention. Akane adjusted her scarf comfy around her neck. She dug her mouth into the scarf as her soft brown eyes grew quite cold. Room 262 . . .

Akane wasn't particular into clubs, though she was into art. At the beginning of the day, the first day of school, each student was handed a paper that listed the clubs. Most of it was sport clubs, one that Akane isn't very good of. Akane scanned the paper, there was surprisingly no art club. Even though it wasn't listed as one of the clubs, she could hear tiny murmurs of the club from other students. Through her curiosity, she asked a teacher about the art club. There were very dull answers, most talked about the history. 'Till one whispered that it was in Room 262. Just being shared with that information felt like it was a dangerous task and perhaps a burden to hold of that knowledge. The rest of the teachers mostly talked about how there were many students in the class 'till suddenly in one year, it just dropped to one.




"Oof!"

Akane was met with a flat chest of a man. Her face burned up to a fluster as she walked back and looked up to the man's face. She was jumbled up with questions and thoughts. Akane froze there, staring at the man's face. She soon realized she was staring at him for quite a long time. Akane quickly swung down and bowed.

"S-Sorry!"

Akane apologized, completely not knowing where she went into while she was day dreaming. The words slipped through Akane's tongue, being like she has been practicing it for months. Akane stood back up and slipped through the man's reach of grasp of replying to her apology. Truly, she was can not be caught. Akane knew her voice, actions, and appearance would soon fade away from the man's memory. That is how it always ended. Whether she would go back to the man the next day, he would have no idea who she was. Akane slipped through the crowd like a snake finding its prey through the tall grass. She walked down the hall full of class room, the class room numbers ascending, start from 250.


Akane scanned the room numbers until she halted in her tracks and found the number 262. She muttered a few tiny words under her breath, barely audible but it sounded like the words of help. She entered the room, finding it completely empty. Should I wait for the president..? Akane dropped the bag on the desk and sat there, waiting for the man, or woman, to come.
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[ColdHarem]

Aki's last lesson was spent daydreaming and staring out the window, down at the empty school yard. The teacher droned on, the students gossiped amongst themselves, and Aki was another simple link in a long chain of note-passing between the class's two best gossips. Thankfully, after what felt like an age, the bell went, and the students were freed from class.


Slinging his bag over one shoulder and grabbing his notepad, hugging it to his chest, Aki slipped through the students without much drive, happy enough to get where he was going whenever he got there. Given that no one else was in the art club, there was no need to rush, and he liked staying behind at school as long as possible, sat in a quiet corner painting.


Given his height, however, which pushed well past six foot, most student tended to part way for him, giving him easy passage to the art room. He knew well how to walk and draw, scribble down his composition ideas as he slunk between them, listening to a mix of their chatter and the music playing through one earphone, the other tucked into his shirt collar. Wednesday afternoons were always the best, and maybe it was just because he had art club, but everything and everyone felt happier and more at ease on those days. The weather was nothing short of charming, and he had three or four blissful hours of undisturbed peace ahead of him.


Sighing happily, Aki pushed open the art club room door, humming along to the



playing from his headphones absently as he went to fetch his things. Then, thinking to himself, he slowed. He thought he'd seen- turning, he found the odd creeping sensation on the back of his neck had been right. Someone else was in the art room. That someone was a pretty-eyed girl with a large scarf, and she didn't look lost, like everyone else he'd encountered in that room. Instead she was seated, her stuff gathered around here. Maybe she'd ended up in the wrong room...?
Pulling the paintbrush out from between his teeth, Aki glanced around and then walked closer to the girl, leaning against one of the desks. "Um... hey. Can I - Can I help you?" He asked uncertainly.

 

[Kairyn]

Akane was met with a man with nice red hair. She quickly bowed down, doing her daily normal routine.

"I-I would love to join the Art Club!"

Akane stammered, she met her soft eyes with the man's. Her eyes slowly drifted to the hand he held the paint brush.


Her heart was pumping as if she ran 3 miles, though she never knew the reason why. Was it always this normal?


Akane stuffed her scarf around her mouth, her proposal muffled by it.



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[ColdHarem]

Join the-? Heck, it had been so long since anyone else had been in that room, Aki had forgotten that it was even possible for people to join the art club. He thus spent a minute remembering how to respond, but he managed in the end. Smiling softly, he stepped forward, switched the paintbrush to be gripped my the hand holding his notepad, and then held out his newly free one. "Well then, welcome to the Art Club. I'm afraid it's just me here, and now you I guess... we're not a very popular club," he rambled a little bit, scratching the back of his head with the end of a paintbrush. The girl had such watchful, soulful eyes, it was hard for him to stay on his intended train of thought. Smoothing it over with a grin, he introduced himself, "Anyway, I'm Aki. I'm also curious; what made you decide you wanted to join?"

 

[Kairyn]

Akane watched Aki engrossed into his thoughts.Who knows what he was thinking?

Akane quietly adverted her eyes to the ground and played with her hair. She heard the foot step coming from Aki's direction, Akane lifted her head up from the ground and watched the man. He was smiling softly. Her hand was quivering against her chest. The man soon replied, welcoming her to the Art Club. He showed many grins, Akane not giving any smiles back.

Her hands soon adverted their attention to the scarf and started to play with it. Akane was looking up at the man, watching him stare at her soulful eyes. Her face lighted up to a light red, her hands started to shake again. Akane quickly adverted her eyes away from the man.

"Anyway, I'm Aki. I'm also curious; what made you decide you wanted to join?"

Akane slightly pouted for a few seconds then replied.

"U-Um. . I'm Aki. I wanted to join because . . Art."

Akane gulped down a few words down her digestive system to burn up and to be unspoken. She let out short answer just to skip the conversation. As she said, she was here for the art, nothing less.

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[ColdHarem]

Because Art. Laughing, not out of cruelty but rather amusement, Aki gave a shrug. "Well, I guess that's really the best reason to join. We've never had any other members, not whilst I've been here anyway, so..." he trailed off. Normally art club meant him sitting in a corner painting like a true loner, so what was he supposed to do when he wasn't alone? Most clubs had group activities and plans and- exhaling slowly, he calmed himself down and focused. There was no point in getting worried about this. After all, having someone else share his interest in art could be the solution to his tendency to avoid others.


Looking the girl over, he noted that she seemed quite shy, averting her eyes as her skin coloured up. He hoped he hadn't scared her or made her uncomfortable, especially when she was now his new member. "Well, we're allowed to use all of the school supplies to pretty much do what we want The school rather gave up on monitoring our activities since it used to be just me." Running a hand back through his hair, Aki looked sideways away from her to try and gather his thoughts, and then back at Akane. "Was there anything you had in mind that you wanted to do?"

 

[Kairyn]

"Er . ."

Akane put a finger on her bottom lip, thinking. She silently pushed the backpack aside, soon gathering her thoughts.

"Tradition drawing, ol-old fashion pe-ncil and paper."

Akane enjoyed the black and white drawings. The most thing she drawn was mostly animals, especially wolves.
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[ColdHarem]

(sorry for delay, stupidly busy ATM )


"Well, that's pretty easy to manage," Aki said with a lopsided smile. Turning on his heel he ventured to the back of the art room and delved into the supply cupboard, retrieving the bristol board paper and the pencil box. Returning, he set them down on the table beside her and then hesitated. He probably ought to be a little more sociable before retreating to the isolation of painting. After all, as club president by default, he ought to make people feel welcome.


Taking a seat opposite her bag, setting his notepad down before him, Aki looked her over, the side of his foot tapping his stool out of nervous habit. "So, which artists do you like?"

 

[Kairyn]

"A-Artists?"

Akane pondered, her eyes drifted to his movements, the foot tapping. Her soft eyes ran back up to Aki's.

"U-Uh, I really . . Do not know many artists."

Akane was completely blind to the 'trendy', 'pop', or up-to-date. She just enjoyed drawing and making art, she only 'do'. Akane really did not go to any museums or show cases, she was mostly busy making drawings and hanging it up on her bedroom walls. She was mostly self-centered to her own art, trying to improve it. Other wise, if she really did looked at other famous artist's art then she would become negative and say:

I will never become good as them . . .

The idea of her becoming negative was not shown in her mind. She was now straight forward, the thoughts of someone better was simply pushed in the back of her mind.
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