Folding Paper Butterflies

Writing poems again? Well, since this was the literature club, that made sense. When signing up for this, the origami artist had expected it to just be… reading books? But, poetry sufficed. She was okay with writing this. The big problem was sharing it… Would they have to do that again? 

If they were sharing it again… Yua had to make sure her poem was acceptable to be read by others. Would they get mad at her if it wasn’t perfect? They might? So, Yua had to make a good one.

Regardless, he was still struck with writer’s block, and he only had one solution to that. People watch! 

As expected, his fellow Literature Club members were all working away at their own poems, a few conversing with one another, but all set on the same end goal all the same. One particular member seemed just a bit more distressed than the others, though. 

“A-ah... uh... hello, Finis-sama...”

He was asking her how she was doing? She nodded her head in response. 

If there was anything Suzu loved to do, it was to make the others around her as content and comfortable as possible.  This was one of the reasons why she made her occupation and her talent what it is to this day.  That’s why she had to be so confident in not only herself, but in everyone else and in their abilities to be able to do their very best, unless she was proven wrong in the end.  Even if they were stuck in a disastrous location such as a high school, she was determined to help make everyone happy.  Perhaps, that’s why she went to the next meeting that Monika had called in.  Perhaps, that’s why she listened to every word the club president, as well as the Ultimate Class Representative said.  Perhaps, that’s why she decided to go and run for vice president of the Literature Club.

Of course, even she wished that the jovial and hopeful young woman would help them find a way out.  Wasn’t she stuck here like everyone else?  With the murder threat still hanging over their pretty little heads, people may have been still feeling a bit unsafe.  That’s what Suzu wanted to change; she wanted to change the environment of the entire building.  Surely, no one was outright idiotic enough to actually commit murder, right?  There was no reason to, not when the friendships that were being built were working out so well…Most of the time, but that’s beside the point.  The point was, she had to make a stand, and however she could do it, she would take it.  Various students could see the clinical hypnotherapist walking up to her stand, clearing her throat to get some of the students’ attentions.

“Now, I’m not a grand expert of talking in front of a crowd, so bear with me here.”  She had to get that out there.  Honestly, she could have left that out, but nevertheless, she continued on.  “Regardless, I feel like I would be capable of the Vice President position for a variety of reasons.  I believe I’d be able to communicate ideas across to each and every one of you concerning our club, and I’d give it my absolute best shot to help make things fair and positive for everyone’s benefits.  I also consider myself to be rather responsible, and with that, I pray you bestow the wonderful honor onto me with these votes.”

“That was… that was very good… very good, Koyanagi-sama… I think… I think you’d make a good vice president…”

Yua spoke quietly, not stating the fact she barely knew what a vice president  was. The entire election thing was pretty foreign to her.

“Uh… If you wanted… wanted me to… I could vote for… vote for you…”

“Uh... thank you... you don’t... uh... don’t need to vote for... vote for me... um... I’m sure there are.... uh, there are a lot of people... people who would do a better job than me...”

She looked up, panicked, and waved her hands in front of her face.

If there was anything Suzu loved to do, it was to make the others around her as content and comfortable as possible.  This was one of the reasons why she made her occupation and her talent what it is to this day.  That’s why she had to be so confident in not only herself, but in everyone else and in their abilities to be able to do their very best, unless she was proven wrong in the end.  Even if they were stuck in a disastrous location such as a high school, she was determined to help make everyone happy.  Perhaps, that’s why she went to the next meeting that Monika had called in.  Perhaps, that’s why she listened to every word the club president, as well as the Ultimate Class Representative said.  Perhaps, that’s why she decided to go and run for vice president of the Literature Club.

Of course, even she wished that the jovial and hopeful young woman would help them find a way out.  Wasn’t she stuck here like everyone else?  With the murder threat still hanging over their pretty little heads, people may have been still feeling a bit unsafe.  That’s what Suzu wanted to change; she wanted to change the environment of the entire building.  Surely, no one was outright idiotic enough to actually commit murder, right?  There was no reason to, not when the friendships that were being built were working out so well…Most of the time, but that’s beside the point.  The point was, she had to make a stand, and however she could do it, she would take it.  Various students could see the clinical hypnotherapist walking up to her stand, clearing her throat to get some of the students’ attentions.

“Now, I’m not a grand expert of talking in front of a crowd, so bear with me here.”  She had to get that out there.  Honestly, she could have left that out, but nevertheless, she continued on.  “Regardless, I feel like I would be capable of the Vice President position for a variety of reasons.  I believe I’d be able to communicate ideas across to each and every one of you concerning our club, and I’d give it my absolute best shot to help make things fair and positive for everyone’s benefits.  I also consider myself to be rather responsible, and with that, I pray you bestow the wonderful honor onto me with these votes.”

“That was... that was very good... very good, Koyanagi-sama... I think... I think you’d make a good vice president...”

Yua spoke quietly, not stating the fact she barely knew what a vice president  was. The entire election thing was pretty foreign to her.

“Uh... If you wanted... wanted me to... I could vote for... vote for you...”

Kouta had been jotting down some vague concepts for a poem when he heard some shuffling behind him. Someone coming over? To ask a question? To read over his non-existent poem?

“Uhm–!”

With an impressive speed for someone so frail-looking, the blond lunged forward to cover the scratch paper with his entire body. You know. As one does. Almost instinctively, he lets out an awkward laugh. Yikes. He must look ridiculous right now!

“Ah–sorry…! Uhm, that’s–it’s a force of habit, I guess. My unfinished work is always really embarrrassing, hahah… Uhm, not that I really have much of anything done yet…”

Ack, why are you still talking, Murakami!? No one wants to listen to you blather on like that! He can’t help it, the words all just seem to tumble out at once. It seemed like there was an apology in there somewhere, but the kid isn’t making any moves to uncover his paper or anything…so it doesn’t really feel like much of an apology. Just a typical, instinctual act of politeness without much of a driving force or meaning behind it.

Hoping to at least drive some meaning home, Kouta turns to face the person who approached him more directly! Right! He should really…try his best to be involved with him clubmates however he can, right? 

“Have…you had any luck writing a poem yet?”

“S-sorry! I d-didn’t m-mean to l-look!”

She turned her eyes down when Kouta turned to face her. She wasn’t exactly good with eye contact. Or talking to people. Or people.

“N-no... N-not that m-much... I’ve t-tried to write h-haikus, b-but it ends up t-too long...”

All Yua really wanted to do was fold the paper she was writing on, but this was the literature club, not origami club. She was here to write. 

   “Oh! Butterflies…l-like your hairpiece!” she coos, clapping her hands together gently.

   “I…never got to compliment it before, i-it’s so cute…! It’s suits you so well…! Are…paper-hairpieces a thing?”

“Th-thank you… It’s n-not p-paper though…”

She looked back up at Box-chan, not meeting her eyes. Or the circles on the box. Were those Box-chan’s eyes? How did she see in the box? Yua wondered.

   “I-I bet…together…we could make something really cute! …d-don’t you think?”

“O-okay...if y-you want to... D-do you d-do origami, B-Box-chan-sama?”

She looked down at the book again.

   “Oh! Butterflies…l-like your hairpiece!” she coos, clapping her hands together gently.

   “I…never got to compliment it before, i-it’s so cute…! It’s suits you so well…! Are…paper-hairpieces a thing?”

“Th-thank you... It’s n-not p-paper though...”

She looked back up at Box-chan, not meeting her eyes. Or the circles on the box. Were those Box-chan’s eyes? How did she see in the box? Yua wondered.

Yua didn’t think she had been to an orientation in a long time, if not having never been to one before, but she was pretty certain that they weren’t supposed to go like this. Still confused, she took a look at her handbook. How did you use this? While fiddling with it, she pressed her finger on it, and it opened! Hm. So that’s how it worked. 

She tried her best to navigate to the rules somehow. As she read them, her worry only increased. Murder? Murder? Oh no. Oh no. This was bad. Yua could feel tears forming at the edge of her eyes. She didn’t want to die, and didn’t want anyone else to.

Sure, it didn’t stop the girl from being as annoying as all heck, and right when she was going to get a bit of rest on this godforsaken day. Yet, if Meredith was just a little weaker willed, she’d be in the same position. In a way, she felt bad for the girl. Without losing her dignity, Meredith tried to console her.

“Y-you’re right... I’m o-overreacting... S-sorry for b-bothering you...”

   The book is large, a little hefty, and reads Advanced Origami Folding.

   Box-chan opens the book, thumbing through it a little. All sorts of animals, strange shapes, that one looked like maybe an envelope? It was actually pretty interesting!

“I st-still don’t really know why they g-gave me that t-title... There are m-much better origami a-artists out there...”

She looked over the book with Box-chan. There were lots of different shapes and animals in there. Yua was sure that she had folded them a few times.

   The book is large, a little hefty, and reads Advanced Origami Folding.

[ @tiny-paper-crane​ ]

   Box-chan is very careful as she approaches the much smaller, and somehow even timider girl. She carries a book in her arms, the title of which is obscured for the moment.

   “I-It’s just…there was this book on…origami folding with all the others and…and I spent some time reading it.” she laughs a little, tilting her head.

[ @tiny-paper-crane​ ]

   Box-chan is very careful as she approaches the much smaller, and somehow even timider girl. She carries a book in her arms, the title of which is obscured for the moment.