[b]Sato Hashimoto[/b] // [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fXWoXxwl4-c]Warakuma High - Front Lobby[/url]

	After they had all agreed to go check the class assignments, Sato made haste into the school and slipped his footwear into his shoe locker. It wasn’t until he turned to go look at the board with the classes on it did he notice the abnormally large crowd around the billboard. Typically people would quickly check it, rejoice with their friends, and then be on their merry way, yet this crowd was larger than it was ever and it wasn’t even moving. Hardly anyone was actually checking the words on the board, and instead they hovered around to watch some kind of commotion. Out of pure curiousity, Sato attempted to lean in to figure out who was doing what with who, but the crowd was too thick to even see through well. Instead, he zoned in on his auditory senses and phased out the murmurs surrounding him. It sounded like some girl he didn’t know and a vaguely familiar male voice; likely a classmate.

	It wasn’t long before he stopped caring about whatever all his fellow students were abuzz about, and he returned his focus to a more important task: to find out which class he was in this year. Sato slipped his way through the cracks in the crowd to get to the board, and once there he studied all the papers cautiously stapled to the billboard.

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	In the corner of his eye he noticed a few foreign names in the same class, which most likely meant transfer students. The thought intrigued him in a way. Most people have met foreigners, himself included, but it wasn’t something you saw every day, especially not in a Highschool as rural as Warakuma’s. Of course, Sato had only ever went to city schools prior to Warakuma, so he considered his thoughts on the matter to be rather biased. 

Sato quickly realized that he had been loitering in one of the prime spots to check the board, and as he turned to leave, he noticed a familiar face. Noboru, who had left to check the board minutes ago, had managed to engage himself with some second year girl. The idea of aiding him crossed his mind, but Sato ultimately decided it would be best to leave him be…

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	His watch read 10:20. It took him a long moment to figure out that the time on his wristwatch was tragically incorrect, but he just assumed it was around vaguely two hours ahead. The class room was already starting to fill up with a mixture of eager and despairing students, and the silence he once had when he found himself alone in his section’s home room quickly disappeared. Sato wondered if anything vaguely interesting was going to happen on first day of full classes, such as any clubs were going to start recruitment as soon as they could, or some kind of sudden assembly. Just as he turned his head to stare out the window, something strange struck him. When he had skimmed the class list earlier, he hadn’t noticed Akiko’s name on any of the lists. Yet, she had been in class just the other day? Had she been pulled, or was she not registered and everyone was just used to her being there so no one cared? Sato took a deep breath before releasing it as a sigh. There was no point on dwelling on [i]her[/i] of all people. To get his mind off it, he relished the fact that he had gotten his favorite seat: second from the left, third from the front.