Haruto Nakamura

After that, Futoshi's mind wouldn't let him rest; there was a lingering feeling that wouldn't leave him be. 

"I expect a new member by tomorrow, got it?"

Those words, as meaningless as they sounded, kept his mind occupied with what would happen if he didn't get it done. If I don't find a new member soon, what will Reina do? Punch me, kick me, or... As he pondered the new task that had been given to him, Futoshi slapped his cheeks with his hands. Don't worry about it, for now... I'll focus on getting to sleep. Futoshi, who at this point was rolling around   atop his futon, stopped, before-

"Futoshi! Hurry up!" 

A loud voice rang out from the window beside him. "Futoshi!" the voice continued. As if he had just been awoken from a nightmare, Futoshi shot up from the Futon beneath him. Who's that this time of the morning?

Futoshi rubbed his eyes as he took a step towards the window facing him. In one fell swoop, he grasped the curtain that shut the voice out and swung it open.

"HEY FUTOSHI-" 

Haruto Nakamura. 

Standing outside the window was Nakamura Haruto, a tall boy who almost had the same build as Futoshi did. He wore glasses that were almost as big as his obnoxious personality, and the very same Gakuran jacket as Futoshi had.  

"Ugh, Haruto, what do you want?" 

As Futoshi said that, he pulled open the curtain once more as he rolled his eyes at the sight of the boy standing before him. Futoshi wasn't to blame for the unfavourable attitude. Anyone would be pissed if they woke up like that.

In response to that annoyed tone, Haruto flashed Futoshi his watch."Come on...we...we really need to go!" Haruto paused between breaths. 

From the way he looks, he must've sprinted here. 

Haruto had sweat pouring out from his brow. At a glance, you could tell he must've travelled far to get to Futoshi. As Futoshi glanced at Haruto, a wave of panic began to rear its head. 

"School starts in 10 minutes! How long was I asleep?"

 With that, Futoshi shut the curtain before getting ready. After about 5 minutes, he had somehow managed to get himself ready and out of the house. Tie crooked, shoes barely tied - and yet he still moved.

By the time the two of them reached school, they had been drenched in sweat, right down to their ankles. As he stood in front of his classroom door, Futoshi's gaze met the floor as he put his hands to his knees. 

"Did we make it?" 

As if answering his plea of reassurance, Haruto's gaze fixated on the clock above them.  

As soon as he saw the time, the colour drained from his face. 

"Crap, we're late!"  

In one fell swoop, Haruto swung the door open. Now standing in the doorway, Futoshi and Haruto entered the classroom of faces before them. Every gaze in the room was locked onto them as they took steps towards their allocated seats. 

Their gaze, it was too much for Futoshi to bear; his heart reflectively pounded in response to the sea of cold gazes before him.   It was like every pair of eyes in that room was trying to dissect the reason they were late, all apart from the tiny pink-haired girl who was seated before him. 

Sakura Reina.  

Reina, whose gaze met the desk beneath her, sharpened her tone as she felt Futoshi's presence above her. 

"Dumb dog, you're late. And anyway, what happened to our little conversation yesterday...? "

 As those words left her lips. Reina finally narrowed her gaze at Futoshi's wavering smile. "What's the look? As my helper, I need you on your A game at all times." 

Crap, what do I do? I still haven't found anyone to join the club! If she finds out, she might leak... no calm down.

In that moment, Futoshi scanned the room in front of him as he looked for a viable candidate to fulfil the task before him.  

In the midst of this, one face caught his attention. 

Maybe  Haruto? After all, he's quite good with romance from what I can remember.

While he pondered his train of thought, he placed his palm under his chin. 

Yeah, now that I think about it, doesn't he like one of our senpai's? If he joins, we can help him! It's practically a foolproof plan, plus it'd save me the trouble of dealing with another of Reina's onslaughts if all goes well!  

As he finished his train of thought, Futoshi relaxed his shoulders before he stepped in front of Haruto, who was seated a few rows in front of him. 

"Hey, Haruto, you got a minute?" 

Futoshi knelt as he let his elbow rest on the desk that lay before him, before he whispered in Futoshi's ear. 

"You tryna confess your love or something? Why are you  so close?" 

As if misreading the whole intent behind Futoshi's actions, Haruto lowered his head before pushing his hands together. Futoshi bit his lip before he clenched his fists. 

"No, you Idiot. I don't swing that way!" Futoshi lowered his tone of voice before drifting the conversation back on track. "I wanted to know, you like that senpai, right, Ojino-senpai?" Haruto pushed his glasses up with his index finger as a stern expression spread across his face. 

"Yes, I do. But bro, there ain't anything wrong with a little bromance, eh?" 

Haruto nudged Futoshi as a wry grin tugged at the corner of his lips. Futoshi's tone sharpened; in fact, it was so loud that people must have heard it from  Mt. Fuji.

"Seriously, stop joking around!" 

With that, Haruto's smirk cowered back in fear; in retaliation for this, he grimaced. 

"Whoa, chill out, it's only a joke! I thought I'd lighten the tension in the room, that's all." 

Haruto waved his hands in plea at Futoshi's sharp tongue. He knew it'd get him riled up, but not to the degree that it did; a plan failed successfully, as some would say. Seeing his desperate, almost laughable plea for forgiveness, Futoshi let out a sigh before bringing the conversation back to where it should have been.

"Listen, you want to date her, right?" Hearing this, Haruto nodded. 

"Then, what about you join the confession club? An eye for an eye, as they say," Futoshi said as he flashed a slight smile in response to Haruto's certain gesture.