Finding a Center

"Is this the place, Mana-san pestered us about?" A deep voice that made all heads turn to the back.

He was as tall as Hagihara, his body more muscular than any kid here, there were snippets of tattoos peeking out onto his neck from his long-sleeved grey shirt. With a bald head and pierced eyebrows... ah, this guy... There's no way he's a high schooler...

"...Betelgeuse?" I muttered.

"You know them?" Shirai glanced at me.

"No..." Getting involved with someone like him wouldn't be good for my heart.

I scooted off the stage.

"We should go." I whisper.

A question sign hung above their heads.

A hand rested on my shoulder. How did he get over here so fast? I turned my head slightly to see everyone had made way.

Like Moses before the Red sea...

"Hold on, where do you think you're going? You're the organizer of this thing here, right?" That buff dude asked.

"Huh, I'm not actually-

I looked in their direction, but Shirai suddenly became interested in the ceiling and Tanjiro waved a