"The purpose of this trip," Kyoh explained, "is to show Ako what a normal high school life is supposed to be like. The reason I'm not allowing Internet connection during our Electronic Gaming Club Summer Camp is because Ako uses Internet games to escape from a reality that hasn't been going well for her. If she's forced to interact with us like a normie, and we show her how much fun you can have in real life, and if she receives a proper love confession in a romantic setting--"

"I'm sorry, but that's bullshit," a voice interrupted.

Kyoh blinked, then looked to the door, as did Hideki and Akane. "Excuse me, who are you?" Kyoh asked coldly.

"An exchange student with more sense than any of you," the frost-haired girl with the salmon glasses standing at the door said. "I've been watching your little group tap-dance around the real problems with Tamaki Ako-san." She adjusted her glasses. "I'm afraid none of your attempts to 'fix' her are going to work. Tamaki-san has a severe mental illness. She needs professional clinical help. Therapy. Medication."

Kyoh's eyes tightened. "This is none of your concern," she said in a warning tone.

"No, it isn't, but I'm sick of watching you make things worse without doing anything to really help her," the girl said with a frown. "And frankly, I don't want to be around for the inevitable psychotic break that leads to her running wild with a boxcutter and killing her classmates. I'm in her class. I really don't feel like having my neck opened up by a crazy girl." She folded her arms. "Get. Her. In. A. Hospital. Get her on medication. Make her mother understand it's not okay to let this keep happening. Otherwise she will snap and kill somebody, and it will be your fault."

The frost-haired girl turned and left, closing the door behind her.

The members of the Netoge Club looked at one another, blinking.

"Anou..."

Author's Note

Just creatively venting frustration over a certain anime and its characters' idiocy.

Nothing to see here, move along...