#devilhost

              " no, I already said no. sorry, I'm not interested. " he's preoccupied with his phone but when the other, member of Shujin's own host club, approaches him for what is probably the tenth time this week.

              he doesn't want to spend any more time in Shujin than he has to, with everyone giving him looks. calling him a criminal and even worse. he's tired of it --- he hates it --- it makes him angry

         Host club? Tsunderes? Nothing the guy before was saying was making any sort of sense to her ears. Why did Yukari want her to attend again? Maybe she should have pushed against the idea more. Of course, the moment she heard the rumors of a supposed haunting taking place somewhere on campus her curiosity had really gotten the best of her. And in retrospect maybe barging into random rooms during school hours wasn’t the brightest idea she’s ever had, but really, how was she supposed to know a music room would lead to whatever this was? “Erm... look, I really didn’t know this club or whatever was here, I’m kinda new to this school. I was just looking for something.” ‘Something’, ‘ghosts’, same thing, really. 

                         HEAVILY, he turned around on the back of his platform heel, hands dug way into loops of belt while he struggled to head toward the two tall PINK doors that led back to the outside hallway. The red carpet had ceased & the white tile was blinding against the sun RAISE shining in from the near by windows.   While he began to exist, numerous amount of girls with long formal flaxen flat dresses pushed past him and giggled LOUDLY toward general direction. WHILE knowing that his attire was most definitely not that of the school code, the black & leather punk like aspect likely set him off. Weary, he brushed it off as quickly as he could and grabbed a hold of his hoodie to properly place it over white hair, hoping it would hinder the comments as best as possible ---- sadly, it didn’t work.