This Club is Losing Focus!

“It’s amusing. You honestly think you have a choice, Hiroshi-kun.” The menacing aura hovering around Fujioka increased ten-fold. “If you refuse to comply, I have a feeling your biggest secret will be leaked.”

The color from his face drained, sinking through his body and dispersing all over the floor—hold on, you actually have a secret!? Wait! Fujioka! You aren’t talking about that!? Right!? Sato put a hand on his shoulder and asked, “Takechi, what’s she talking about?”

My friend was completely paralyzed, offering no response.

“Hey, say something!” Sato shook him.

“We— we’ll—”

“What was that!?”

“We’ll do it!” Takechi clenched his fist as he shouted. Everyone in the room was surprised, even Fujioka. Was his secret really… ya’ know… that? We took turns exchanging glances before all landing back on our senpai who arranged this scandalous meeting.

“Excellent. I’m assuming if you agreed, Yoshika-chan wi—”

“I’ll do it!” She blurted out. “I— I mean, yeah I can do it… If you guys need me to.”

“Fantastic to have your cooperation. We’ll be starting immediately.”

“Huh!? We have to go back to class!” (x6)

Fujioka waved a hand around as she spoke. “I wasn’t aware my juniors could be so selfish and disrespectful. When your gracious and helpful senior is in need of assistance, it’s only proper manners to return the favor.”

This was obviously a trick, no one here would fall for it… surely! But as I looked at each of the members, they seemed to be getting successfully guilt-tripped by her morally-grey usage of her age. “H-hey, hold on… W-we can’t give into this kind of tyranny! There’s six of us and one of her!” They’ll rally behind me, right? I made eye-contact with Akimoto, which she quickly broke. Ohashi gave me a friendly wave and Sato’s gaze drifted to the ceiling. You’re kidding!

Honestly, I’m starting to suspect some foul-play on behalf of the universe. No matter what angle I looked from there was a sun shaft perfectly covering the two of them. Was this some sort of trick my brain was playing on me? Five of us sat in a circle around Takechi and Yoshika who were forced to strip down and stand on the wooden crates as models.

“Fujioka… Don’t you think nude modeling is a bit too far? Couldn’t you have gotten the same result by just having them wear, like, their gym uniforms?”

Takechi seemed completely unphased when Fujioka asked them to strip. However, it took some forceful “coaxing” to get Yoshika to do it. I feel… dirty… euhhh—

It’s also been getting really hot here… I would think with all the new space, there wouldn’t be such an issue… Maybe it’s me? I mean, I’m probably just getting annoyed that no writing is occurring. Where’d I leave my laptop anyway?

While being the center of attention Takechi was calm and composed, he didn’t care at all about being nude in front of four girls. I have zero clue how he does it… I’d get nervous just being around four girls. However, he always made sure to face away from Sato, which was most likely a coincidence. Our usually confident junior was a deep crimson red throughout the entire figure-study.

“Isn’t it fine? See? The sun shafts.” Fujioka sounded too nonchalant about the whole thing. What happens when the sun sets, hm? And don’t say that like you can control the sun shafts! It’s freaky! “Besides, don’t you want the perfect illustrations? Do you want me to half-ass this? Such as you with your own writing?”

“The president of this club, mind you! Will not take an insult like that in his own domain!”

“Senpai, please don’t say gross things like that.” Yoshika commented—which was ironic given she was the one practicing public nudity.

“I— I— I— I’ll have you know that I was uh—” I gulped. Apparently my stuttering had been enough to gather everyone’s undivided attention… Oh man… “Hahaha… Nevermind…”

“Senpai, your face is turning really red. Are you feeling okay? Did you catch a cold?”

“Ahem— Ahem—” I cleared my throat. “Maybe… hahaha…” I remained silent for a moment longer and at that point everyone thankfully lost interest—returning to their cellphones and Fujioka going back to sketching, of course.

I must have gotten sick, that’s really the only way to explain this. What else could it be? Sickness from a lack of writing, that is! Where is my laptop? I should probably locate it… it’s like my life-blood. What’s a writer without their capability to write, right? Hahaha…

I leaned over to Akimoto and whispered. “Have you seen my laptop?”

“Is it not in your bag?”

“N-no… I’m gonna go check the classroom. I’ll be back in a bit.”

“O-oh, alright.” I could feel Akimoto's gaze tracking me as I stood and exited the room. 

##AUTHOR'S NOTE: Chapters to be infrequent again for a bit as I have a Japanese placement exam coming up and I'm gonna be focusing on that :)