v01_c13_Biting_Danger

GJ-Bu

Volume 01

Chapter 13

Biting danger

For a while now, Kyouya had noticed.

Every now and then the president would shift her eyes to him.

Feeling uncomfortable about those looks, he hid his right arm close to his body.

He let his book rest on the table, holding down the pages with his left hand, bringing the teacup to his mouth, everything with his left hand.

As he tried to act nonchalant about it, the president suddenly spoke while facing the other way.

"I'm sorry."

"Ah, don't worry. It's fine."

Kyouya kept his right arm restrained.

"It's not fine. It's even making a crust."

"Eh? Well..."

At the spot the president was looking on his right arm, there was a semicircular wound. It was the mark of the president's bite.

Not wanting to make a big deal out of it, Kyouya hadn't put any bandages on the wound, but now it seemed as if it was drawing even more attention.

He had been bitten the day before. He was usually bitten once every three days, but this was the first time the bite had been strong enough to draw out blood and leave a scar.

"It's your own fault for acting like you deserve to be bitten."

"Er... Okay, I'll reflect on that."

What had he done the day before? Kyouya tried to remember.

He had rested his hand on the president's head, and then came the bite. He couldn't remember the context, but that had been the immediate cause.

Why would she get angry with just that? He couldn't understand. Still, that he had been at fault, that the one who should he be reflecting was just him, that much even he understood.

"More importantly, you could have just said it. If you'd told me that it hurt I would have stopped."

He did, he did. He'd said that. As those outstanding  canines tortured him, he had been tapping the floor in rendition.

"Okay, next time I'll keep that in mind."

"I already said sorry!"

The president said raising herself from the chair, causing her her fluffy long hair to stretch out in a messy way.

"No, I mean it. I seriously don't mind, so please stop worrying about this, president."

"R-really? I guess you're right. Yeah. let's do that, no more worries. I won't worry, so you too stop worrying about it already. Got it?"

"Understood."

"That's what I've been trying to tell you from the start." Holding back those words in his chest, Kyouya showed an admirable face as he nodded.

The president took a few sips from the tea cup she held with both hands. Her face had become a little brighter than a moment before.

"Alright, it's settled. Today, I won't bite anymore."

She muttered to herself. Kyouya chose not to question how come it was just for that day.

Now that the president had finally settled down, Kyouya could breathe a sigh of relief.

He suddenly remembered the day when he'd first come to the GJ club.

Or you could say he was captured into the club.

At the time there some cherry blossom petals were still left on the trees.

Searching for a club to join, Kyouya had walked into the former school building to visit the culture club. There, he passed in front of a room with no identification but a sign saying  "GJ club". While he hesitated on whether or not to enter the room, he ended up being forcedly brought into it.

Apparently, taking people who were wondering carelessly in front of the room, capturing them, inspecting them and making them club members without giving them a chance to get away was a tradition in that club.

"What kind of club is this?"

Kyouya muttered without thinking.

"What's up with you, grinning like that? You're giving me the creeps."

"Well, it's just..."

"Just what? Just say it, you're creepy like this."

"I was thinking about the day when I first came here."

"Oh, you mean when we put you in a bag and captured you? Just let that be. Honestly, you... ah..."

She was apparently enjoying herself talking to him when her face changed colors and she shut her mouth.

After a second she spoke again, looking uncomfortable.

"That time... I bit you too, huh?"

"President, we promised that we wouldn't speak about that."

"Hey, did you think I was... a violent person? How was your first impression of me?"

"My first impression?"

Kyouya folded his arms and started to ponder. He soon found the answer.

"I thought you were an elementary schooler."

"Gaah!"

He was bitten. Why? Even though she had said she wouldn't bite him anymore that day.