_______________________________________________________________________ Michiko Toyotomi was sitting in class a week after her last visit to the ominous Host Club. She was mesmerized by the image of boys she saw in front of her. They were tall, short, welcoming, quiet, introverts, and extroverts. Some reading books, some sitting on a couch, all wearing the same green uniform, all looking up as she opened the door to Music Room 3. She remembers blinking, and dropping her book in front of them, one she had been quite into, and slamming the door shut, returning to her class fast than one of them could say "pudding." As the time ticked away, she drummed her pencil against her desk, turning the pages of the new novel she had picked up after dropping the last one in Music Room 3. As the class bell rung vigorously and Free Period began, Michiko rushed out of the classroom with her stuff following the path she took before to the Host Club. As she reached the room she slowed to a halt and dug up a breath. As she exhaled, she felt people she blew by staring at her as they passed. She brushed her hair through with her fingers and pulled it back onto her shoulders, losing the heavy breathing steadily. She put her hand on the gold handle, and turned, opening into a bright room. Music was playing softly in the background, an ambient noise probably used to calm down customers. There were tables, couches and set up, and the boys were in front of her again. Her stomach dropped and flopped, and Iko noticed quickly that her book was not where she dropped it, then dismissed the thought, wondering why it would be there in the first place.