[b]Rokoru Ishiara[/b] // [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5BcYDO3cc2s]Warakuma High, Archery Range[/url]

	It wasn’t long after the shot did Akira scuttle over to him and spout some more sarcastic bullshit out loud, just to create a show of how amazing he was compared to everyone else. Akira gave Rokoru a grin and turned to the exit as he mocked being exhausted from the few minutes of “practice” he had done. The tension in the room released as soon as the black-haired boy left the building. The crowd surrounding him and where Akira was silenced, sensing the anger in the air, though that didn’t stop a few people from murmuring to each other about the events that had just unfolded in front of them. Everyone seemed sorta stunned to Rokoru, who just made the stupidest mistake ever in front of the cockiest and most talented archer in Warakuma, all in an attempt to show him up that blew up in Rokoru’s face.

	Rokoru loudly cleared his throat, dismissing everyone who had been watching the whole ordeal. Most people just stepped back a bit and some returned to what they were doing prior. He looked over at Ueno, observing the awkward look on her face. Or maybe it was embarrassment due to being associated with the failure that was him. Rokoru clenched his fists, feeling the wood of the bow he for some reason still held. Like hell she was gonna stick around after that if she couldn’t handle handing in her admission forms, and almost on cue, Ueno put her equipment off to the side and left the range in a flustered way. Rokoru let out a long sigh as he watched her scoot away from everyone. There wasn’t much of a point to practicing any more today. His arm ached, and so did his ego. There was no way that Akira was going to let it go.

	A few of the seniors approached him and provided both advice and consolation, and hell, one even invited him to go to the café with him and some of the other members, but Rokoru disregarded it for the fact that he was not in the mood. At all. He swung himself around with gusto and walked over to the exit, throwing the arrows and bow into a locker he passed by without much care. A few first-years lingered around on some chairs but they sunk into their seats at the sight of the PO’d senior sulked by them, though they continued their chatter when he was at the door.

	The metal door swung open wide, slamming against the frame before recoiling back. Rokoru shoved his hands into his school jacket’s shallow pockets and walked to the door with his eyes directed to the ground in front of him, mulling over all his thoughts, before [url= https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qvX9kPMp5Q8]noticing the Ueno girl again.[/url] She stood with fright before Akira with a finger weakly pointed at him. The boy laughed in response to whatever she said and Rokoru caught his words. “[i]I’m not that bad. I won’t hurt you.[/i]” Rokoru intensified his glare at what he had said. He had no idea if either of them knew he was watching from the other side of the room, but he would be okay with starting a fight with the prick. Nobody was around to witness it, after all, and thus neither of them would get in trouble if they beat the shit out of each other. Of course, Rokoru wasn’t a fool, for he knew that Akira was—for lack of better word,-- experienced with knocking a bitch out, and there was no way in hell he’d win without luck. He lowered his eyebrows again as he dismissed the idea of starting something, especially in such a public place like the range when there were a couple dozen people in the other room.

	Akira turned around to finally leave, but stopped to invite Ueno to come with him. At the idea, Rokoru rushed over to her side, albeit a bit in front of her. He withdrew his hands from his coat and shot Akira a look full of disdain. What he was doing was only going to fuel his annoying “Rokoru’s fangirl” comments, but there was no way he could let her even consider hanging out with a shit-faced person like Akira. Rokoru didn’t say anything though, and only glared at him with a look that showed everything he was thinking.