“Oooh, oooooh, oooooooooh.” he whimpered in the empty classroom.
“Oshitari-senpai? Oshitari-senpai, what are you doing?” He looked up from the desk in the back, looking like he’d been crying--fake crying. “Why aren’t you at tennis? Won’t Atobe be upset?
“Ah, ________-chan…it’s you…hello…” he wiped away tears, or what may have been nothing, she couldn’t tell all the way from the doorway. “No, tennis was canceled, so it’s just me, here in my own club…”
“You have a club?”
“Yes. I call it the Lonely Hearts Club…” She deadpanned at the name.
“Would you feel better if I joined, Oshitari-senpai?”
“Ah, but, ________-chan…if you join then there’ll be no need for the club.” One couldn’t help but giggle at the adorable pout he made. She walked over and pat him lightly on the head, running her fingers through his blue locks. “Then again,” frown turning to a smirk, Oshitari reached around her waist and pulled her gently into his lap. “then again, I do have some ideas for the club…ideas that can’t be completed alone.”
He kissed her and pulled her close, then pulled away, licking his lips. “Mmm, I like this club, Oshitari-senpai…”
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