[b]Rokoru Ishiahara[/b] // [url=http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=nxvEEN6m4FQ]Warakuma High, Archery Range[/url]

After making sure that a few newbies knew the best way to shoot, Rokoru turned to face the rest of the range. The familiar "[i]thwack[/i]" sound of arrows lodging themselves into the targets was such a pleasing sound to his ears. Memories of when he first learned how to use a bow flooded his mind in a very nostalgic manner. The first day of opening the archery range was sentimental yet no one would've guessed so from the look on his face. Running and maintaining the club was much more important than basking in his feelings, especially since his upperclassmen entrusted him with the well-being of the range enlisting him as the new president.

With an awkwardly suppressed half-smile, Rokoru turned on his heel and started to make his way down the side of the archery range, rubbing the back of his hand along an old and useless wooden plank across the wall. It wasn't long, however, he noticed that Hashimoto was talking to some kid that was entirely a stranger to Rokoru. He (in a very inconspicuous manner) leaned behind a box and glared at the pair. If this guy was a new recruit, he was obligated to make sure that Hashimoto wasn't sabotaging it.

The younger boy eventually noticed Rokoru peering out at them and approached with the intention of acquiring the proper registration forms needed for a new member to join up. A second year lingering around the area quickly retrieved the papers, handing them to Rokoru, who in turn passed it to Hashimoto. Without hesitation he returned to the new kid, explaining what to write and where.

Rokoru watched them for a bit longer before sauntering off with no general destination in mind. They had done everything they needed to do on the first day, yet there was no feeling of accomplishment. He furrowed his brow quite literally just as he spotted a familiar face entering the building. [i]Akira Kirigakure.[/i] Nobody would be able to forget the face of such a massive assfuck such as him.

As he was contemplating whether or not to deal with the prick, Akira had wondered on over to him. The infamous club legend himself replaced his spot next to the boxes and grinned at him before uttering an insult to greet him. Rokoru ran his tongue over his upper teeth and quickly came up with a retort. "Nice to see that you recognised me, Akira. Came back to suck dick to get back in or are you just here to piss all over everything like last time?" 

Rokoru's body instinctively tensed to match the aggression, and despite starting rather hushed, his voice rose to almost a shout by the end of the sentence. A year back, Akira and him had became practically archenemies through a conflict between some then third-years and Akira. Rokoru supposed Akira was going to throw a tantrum over the fact that they chose him to lead the club after all the third-years graduated, but that would probably be giving Akira too much credit; he'd probably just knock someone out and then get suspended or something.