Locked in a strange Mexican stand-off, like the one you see in all of those old Western films, they were caught looking at each other.
Both sides had a look of fright.
It took a long time before Kei Nishida made any moves.
Slowly backing away, he creaked the wooden door to the hallway open.
One foot in the hallway, one inside the manga club's room.
They were over in a branch-off from the main hallway, so it was noticeably less maintained, with spiderwebs in many corners and dust floating in the air.
Maybe thats how they got away with all of… this… for so long.
Attempting to smile, he forced out:
"H-have fun doing…"
Quickly getting tired of trying to think of something to say, he sighed and his mouth became a frown.
He finished with:
"Haah… whatever the hell all this is craziness is."
Even more shocked by his words, their horrified faces became looks of determination.
Taking action, Akabane quickly reached into her 82 CM bra and pulled out the key to Kizuki's handcuffs, unlocking her binds.
Sugihara carefully set down her camera on the floor, then got into a sprinting position.
Crouched down to the floor, with both arms in front of her.
Sensing immediate danger, Nishida slipped all the way out, quickly pulling the door shut.
Stumbling, his long (for a man) black hair became messy, covering his eyes.
There was a rapid thud from his slippers hitting the old wooden floorboards.
Racing for his life, he could hear a massive crashing sound.
From behind him.
The door coming off its hinges, with the small thuds of broken wood shards falling to the floor, signified that Sugihara just obliterated the old wooden door.
Terrified to even take half a moment to look behind him, his pace picked up.
His fate couldn't be altered… it wasn't enough. As he turned the corner, he felt a strange chill down his spine. One of them was right behind him.
"P-please d-d-don't misunderstand what you j-just saw!"
Sugihara fumbled over her words, right into his ear.
Judging from her appearance alone, he forgot that she participated in both the track team and powerlifting.
Her voice made him scream.
"Please don't kill me! I won't tell, I swear to god!"
Nearing freedom, Nishida was about to burst through a pair of double doors, becoming immune to any more trouble from the situation.
Hoping a teacher or two would be roaming the halls, he slammed the doors open.
Looking in both directions, he remembered something.
The floor was usually empty, except for him sometimes passing through… and the perverted trio.
Aware she was hot on his trail, he braced for impact.
Ready for a tackle that was the equivalent of a 300 pound american football player's, he said hello to a shattered new reality.