[b]Sato Hashimoto[/b] // [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BdLt-oydrxE]Warakuma High, Archery Range[/url]

	Sato tilted his head to the side a bit when the stranger alluded to the past he had with the club president. Why was there bad blood between the two? Obviously it had happened before he had transferred to Warakuma based on what he said, but how bad would it have to be for Rokoru to “bust a blood vessel” over it? Before he could question the man further, he had already departed with a few words of farewell. So much for that.

	It didn’t take long for Sato to find the club president and hand him the registration forms he had collected. “We got a few new members in today, Rokoru.” He said it like he was proud of it. Based on the weird mixture of confusion and frustration on his face, Sato assumed that he [i]wasn’t[/i] proud. Not of [i]who[/i] joined, likely. It took a few seconds before the younger boy decided that it would be best to lighten the mood a bit. “If only they had came to me a few days sooner, right?” It sounded better in his head. It wasn’t even a joke, really, but it definitely worked better when he thought of it. Still, Rokoru replied with a genuine smile after a moment of uncomfortable silence.

	“Let’s grab something to eat after we get out of here.” He said it in the same authorative tone he always used. It was comforting, in a weird way, for someone to make a decision for you. In a very, very weird way. Sato didn’t object, however, to the notion of getting food once the first official club meeting ended. The clock pointed ten to five, so both men made their way over to somewhere near the center of the building and Sato shouted a “HEY” as loud as he could. Most of the crowd stopped and turned to look at the source of the sound, and at that cue, Rokoru cleared his throat and started talking.

	“The hour’s almost over, so get your stuff together and put the equipment where it belongs. The Archery Club’s first official meeting of the year is OVER.” At the last word, students moved in hundreds of different directions in a hurry, making it practically impossible to get through easily. Rokoru made a start at a gap in the crowd and pushed aside anyone lingering in the way. Sato followed on heel as well as he could, but even with his best efforts, the two got out of the building at different times. A lot of people left as soon as they did, a majority of them stopping to say or ask something to either of them. A few minutes past the hour, most had vacated the area, leaving a few stragglers to get everything sorted and close up for the night. Rokoru eventually turned to face Sato with his uniform’s jacket thrown over his shoulder. When he had retrieved it was a mystery to Sato. The more important thing, however, was that Rokoru had offered to pay for a restaurant. Where’d they go was yet to be decided, but the fact that they were going somewhere for a meal [i]was[/i], so before Rokoru could do anything, Sato whipped out his phone and texted his parents an explanation as to why he wouldn’t be home for a while. 

Rokoru pulled on his coat on as Sato slipped his phone into his pocket, and shot Sato a look to indicate that he wanted ideas for where they were going to go to get something to eat. He considered the many restaurants in the shopping complex, but thinking about it, his legs didn’t feel like going that far, so he chose to settle on something closer to the school. It was then that he remembered a coffee place pretty close to campus. The food there was pretty good; Sato and Ryouta had went there some time last year. While he fondly reminisced over the few times they had went there, he vocalized the thought, and Rokoru nodded in agreement. Apparently the place was known well amongst parts of the student base, and it was also one of the spots the Archery Club frequented for celebrations. The duo took off almost immediately, cutting through the sports field as they made their way to the restaurant they decided on.

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[b]Sato Hashimoto[/b] // [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xgPu_xk-fY8]Itou Cafe[/url]

	The two plopped down at a table near a window and Rokoru waved to a passing waiter. The waiter who came over to them looked like she was still in Highschool, and it probably was, since classes ended over an hour ago, which was more than enough time to get to work. She put on a bright smile as she hovered over a notepad, awaiting their decision. Sato merely glanced at Rokoru and shrugged a bit. The club president held up two fingers and simply requested “donburi” without any further explanation. The girl nodded and rushed off, and as soon as she was gone Rokoru stared at Sato for a bit.

	Sato shifted uncomfortably as Rokoru shifted his stare into a glare. It was probably about that dude that had registered earlier. Bringing it up seemed like what he was being pressured into doing, but he remained quiet in case he was wrong about it and ended up pissing Rokoru off further. After a very long and intense moment, Rokoru broke his gaze and took a very deep breath before looking back at Sato with a more tired look. “Did Akira get you to take his registration forms?” The question was said in a way that implied that he already knew the answer. It struck Sato that it would probably give him a bit of peace of mind to know exactly what happened, so Sato leaned back into his seat and took a similar breath of air.

	“Yeah, he came up to me with the papers already filled out. I didn’t see anything wrong with it so I took it, no question asked.” Upon hearing what he had to say, Rokoru lowered his gaze to nowhere in particular. It was obvious that he was a bit disappointed in what he learned. All the papers they had were still with them in Sato’s school bag, so he could’ve just checked, but it also was easier to just ask. “Why do you care in the first place? You don’t seem the type to discriminate.”

	“Yeah, sure.” Rokoru chuckled at the last comment Sato made. “Akira’s a Grade A cunt, so I’d recommend steering clear of him. He was kicked out of the Archery Club a couple years ago because he decided to beat the shit out of a few guys. We hated each other ever since Day One, basically.”

	Sato nodded. The idea was pretty easy to grasp; the dude was a dick and Rokoru hated him. There was nothing to ask, and if there was, it would probably get on Rokoru’s nerves to press the issue. There was pretty much nothing they could do about Akira getting back in unless a staff member were to intercept with reason. Instead, they sat in agreement until their food arrived to their table, and both started on the meal with abandon.