[b]Sato Hashimoto[/b] // [url= here ]Warakuma High, First Floor[/url]

	Just as Sato put his hand on the door to the equipment room, he felt a tap on his shoulder. Pivoting around on his heel to see who it was, he found “Maki-chan” to be looking at him with a frustrated expression that he hoped was not for him. She held the gift card she had won in one hand and her cellphone in one hand. She shifted her weight onto one leg and put the hand with the phone on her hip; a sassy pose, Sato noted.

	“Do you happen to know where Rokoru is, Hashimoto-kun? I’ve been searching all over for him…!” She spoke in a very energetic way that almost caught Sato off-guard, due to how dull and tiring the first half of the day had been. It seemed almost impossible for someone to be that full of life on the first day of full classes after summer break.

	Sato pointed to the way he just came from with his thumb. “Last time I checked, he was still in the meeting room, doing a bunch of paperwork the school gave him. He might be done by now though; it wasn’t much to do.” The girl sighed before looking over Sato’s shoulder like he was conveniently there. He looked in the same direction just to make sure, but to no surprise there was no one but a few second years loitering around.

	“I really doubt Rokoru would take that long. Probably doing some homework, I’d bet!” And with that, Maki quickly brushed past Sato and made her way to Rokoru for whatever reason. Sato concluded that she was going to have lunch with him. But the idea that Rokoru would have school work due on the first day seemed a bit ludicrous to him, yet for some reason, he couldn’t really deny that it was a possibility. Sato shook his head to stop himself from thinking and returned his attention to the door he still had his hand on. He slid it open with ease and looked inside. Almost exactly like they had left it, with the exception of a few obvious things that had gone missing. It smelled faintly of B.O., but Sato easily managed to ignore it after months of being in musty archery range that perpetually smelled of dust. The thought reminded him that he should clean out the range some time soon, but he didn’t bother thinking about it more as he would be reminded of it as soon as he walked in for the meeting after school. Sato quickly found a space to sit on the counter next to a window, before turning to stare out the window and at the fields for a while.