"Right, I've seen the pictures in the newsletter- they're pretty cool. There was one of a few people eating lunch that I liked last year,"
"My picture?" Fuuko wondered, tapping her camera in thought. She just snapped that one out of boredom, it wasn't even one of her best works! She chewed on her bottom lip, thinking. Even with the honest expressions of the people, how could that be a good picture? She wondered this while Hidari-san pledged himself to go to try-outs, even though she swore she saw him pale and look very nervous. "Can he even-Ooh..." Hidari-san, in all his infinite coolness, couldn't swim. That's definitely something she didn't expect.
As Aya left the table, Fuuko noticed Hidari-san looking at her. "Oh trust me, I noticed you little problem..." She merely let her lips quirk upward slightly, in an almost-smile. "So, Hi-Da-ri-Saan~" She began, resting an elbow on the table to look at him better. "It seems like, at least to me, that you like Aya-san very, very much. So much that you are going to try to swim." She stood up and picked up her bag. "You shouldn't hide your feelings. It never ends well in animes after all. Later. I'll see you in class." She walked out from behind the table and looked at Hidari-san one last time. "And I guess I can give you some tips or something, but you'd owe me." She let her almost-smile turn into a smirk before her face was blank again. She slung her bag over her shoulder and walked off, her camera around her neck.
As she walked by a First Year class, she noticed a young boy just sitting there, alone. So much like herself. She watched him for a bit before walking over and tapping gently on his desk to get his attention. When he did look at her, she felt her demeanor soften a bit. The kid was way too cute looking for his own good. "Hey, are you interested in joining the Computer club? We need new members and you seem like the person that's into tech. Or maybe I'm just reading too far into this..." She laid a flyer on his desk, one she always kept on hand. She stood around, waiting for an answer. The more she waited, the more akward she felt.