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Who: Ami, Asami, Shun, Takeo.
Where: Discipline Committee Room.
What: Lecturing.
When: After classes.

Asami leaned back portentously on a rickety chair. She was sitting before a large desk that seemed to fill the space, and she could imagine a grim-faced stick of a jerk there if she set her mind to it. She spared a surprised glance to the two people seated either side of her, and carefully looked around the room. It was a bit too small, a bit too cramped. Money, the committee wanted a lot of it but clearly there was never enough.

She took a glance around. That was when her hands began feeling clammy and turned in her lap. With the noticeable absence of anyone in charge, she was beginning to stew in the heat of it all. They must be letting her simmer, she thought. Their explanation had better be good, she sword. The only company were two other people. Her friend, and some tough-looking girl from the athletics field.

Their being dragged here confirmed that something was happening.

"I only told him to go away once," she protested.

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"Why did I get in trouble too?" Ami just hung her head. Where Asami seemed to be mad at her predicament, Ami was forlorn. She hadn't really done anything wrong, other than standing with her friend and maybe doing a bit of yelling herself. But it had just come out, it was who she was as much as she disliked it from time to time. However, she never imaged being in trouble for it.

"I hope we don't get detention.." Actually worse than that, she hoped she didn't have to face Takeo. She made sure not to say that aloud, as she knew he had ears all over the school..

The tough-looking girl was currently in the boys' athletic uniform (such as it was, with Ryuseki's budget) and cursing up a storm under her breath. Every so often, she'd deliver a swift kick to the part of the desk, which creaked ominously in response.

Hurting her feet wasn't doing much to help her mood, though, and things would probably get worse in a hurry if she broke the DC's desk (even though she'd be doing them a favor by giving them an excuse to get a new one, she thought), so the kicking subsided, and she looked over at the other two sullenly. Looked like first-years, so she didn't recognize either of them. "What're you in for?"

Asami said nothing at first. She watched the tankier girl kick the desk with a force even she couldn't muster. She hoped she would stub her foot on the next attempt. She hoped she would be caught. She willed it with all her power for Takeo to come walking through that door.

She directed her gaze there expectantly, and was sorely disappointed. She thought of all the words she could think of, remembering all the things she wanted to tell Takeo but couldn't.

"I told him to get lost," she admitted proudly.

"I didn't do anything," Ami crossed her arms, deciding she was going to stay mad about this. She wasn't mad at Asami or herself, she felt she had been reasonable in her reaction.

"..What about you?" As scary as the tough girl was, she thought it was best to not upset an upperclassman. Ami didn't need another bully in her life.

"Hit some dumb first-year who didn't know when to shut up," she grumbled, with another kick at the desk for good measure.

And then, realizing that the other two girls looked young enough to be first-years and that that sounded like a poorly-veiled threat, she rushed to clarify. "Kid on the soccer team. And it wasn't even like it was that hard! I smacked him upside the head and he played it up."