For this story, Y/n will sorta take the place of Senpai, but not all the same traits...Y/n was a Sophomore student in high school, he was a pretty tall dude, and just quiet overall...but the one thing he hates...is socializing...ESPECIALLY with girl...
There she stood...the face...of the scariest woman I know...Sana Sunomiya...The President of the Art Club...
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Y/n: P-President...what are you doing here?
Sana: Does a member of the Club really need a special reason to visit their own Club?
Y/n: N-No..
The Closet ——————
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Gamo: That's totally his ex!
Nagatoro: Impossible!
Sakura: I wonder if he's into older girls?
Nagatoro: No Way!
Yoshi: Maybe he-
Nagatoro: Don't even start that sentence!
Back in Art Room ——————
Sana: I've been thinking that we should do something for the festival.
Y/n: Are we going to do a display like last year?
Sana: I left the Art Club to you...that's your call.
Y/n: O-Oh yeah...I thought about doing a display with your approval...just seeing the success of last year's...I thought maybe it'd be a good idea to do something similar...
Sana: Sure.
I could tell by just looking at her...that wasn't the only reason she was here...
Sana: I have one more state of business here...I've been hearing some awful rumors lately...
I started getting nervous...both of our eyes locked on the snacks and drinks on the table...
Sana: That the Art room has become a hangout spot for good-for-nothing girls.
She slammed her fist on the table, making me jump a bit.
