>>6091554Your ability to read is questioned, when there’s clearly some discrepancy between facts and his reality. If you try pressing him further on this, you might get the truth.
“This isn’t what I saw on my paper, clearly there were more people on mine.” His eyebrow raises inquisitively, entertaining the implication for now.
“What other paper?” You considered showing it to him, but seeing as you’re not supposed to even have it, it's better to keep gatekeep this one.
“The one I had. 5 people were on it, and one of the names missing from yours is mine. I think the minimum to start a club is 5, so you only having 3 is kind of a problem, hm?” Bluffing. No idea if there even is an enforced minimum. A ‘sufficient body of people’ is too vague to actually mean anything.
He seems to be backing down, deeming it pointless to continue against such prowess. “And what name is missing from our oh so woefully inadequate roster?”
“Am I gonna get yours first?”
“...Tch, couldn’t put two and two together? Tsubasa Izayoi.”
“Hino Yakamura.” His face renews with recognition. Seems like he heard, but not seen you. Bag now slinged onto his shoulder, Tsubasa concedes.
“And I should’ve figured that out myself. I got something I wanna do, and if I’m not getting that privacy here, I’m getting it elsewhere, have fun doing whatever you wanted to do, cause I’m gone.”
“We’re not done here, you got anything you can tell me about-”
“About what? It’s just two damn names. Get outta the way.”
Brushing you aside, he makes for the door and he’s gone. Rude. It didn’t seem as if he could’ve told you anything more about the discrepancy anyways. You’re left with a free reign to inspect the place, but there isn’t anything of importance that you could find.
Cabinets have nothing of value, junk all over the table and Tsubasa didn’t leave anything behind in his haste. There was a locked drawer, but opening it is currently beyond your means. You check inside the closet on the corner, but nothing is in it yet. You hear someone enter the room just before you decide to exit, whoever is unaware of your presence.
“Tsubasa, could you step out for a- Huh. Where’d he go…? Ah well, that's convenient. You can come in now.”
You know that voice. It’s Ken. You slink down the door, ear pressed against it. Doesn’t seem like you’ll be caught, and it sounds like he’s gonna meet with someone here. Things seem to be going your way, the world compensating for setting you up.
>Keep hidden and eavesdrop. >Come out the closet. Nobody will be expecting it like this. 