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

	The Ueno girl seemed upset due to his words, but it hardly bothered him. The expected happened, to him. She fiddled with the strings of her uniform as she gave her apology with a weak smile. It was an innocent way to hide her guilt, but it worked, for Rokoru ignored the fact that she felt bad for causing such a confrontation. “[i]I’ll see you at practice next week, yeah?[/i]”, she said after. Rokoru merely nodded in confirmation. He was always going to be at practice so it wasn’t like she wouldn’t; nobody would ever not see him at practice if they themselves went.

	Rokoru gave the girl a wave good-bye before turning on his heel and walking briskly away. It was then that he realized it; he was beginning to associate Ueno with Akira. An unfortunate thing, really. He considered her a good candidate for a friend of sorts, but there was no way he could keep his mind in good faith around her if she reminded him of Akira. The idea of teaching her archery faded out of his thoughts almost as quickly as it came. Someone else can deal with it, someone with a little more patience and a little less associations.

	As soon as he couldn’t see anyone anymore, he whipped out the phone in his pocket and checked the numerous missed calls he received. It had been on mute the entire day and Rokoru tended to forget about its existence if it didn’t ring or anything, much to the dismay of others. A majority of the calls were from Mika in the timespan of ten minutes, while a few others were from his concerned mother. The phone lit up again after a few long moments, signifying a call incoming. A bit surprised by the suddenness of it, Rokoru focused his attention back to the actual phone screen. [i]Moriyama[/i] read the text above the incoming address. A faint smile later and he answered the call.

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[b]Sato Hashimoto[/b] // [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5VnCuNtCrno]Warakuma High, Sport Club Storage Room #2[/url]

	The door to the equipment room stopped half way, as it sometimes did. Sato put his elbow against the side and forced it open with a sickening grinding-wood sound. The screech alerted the girl inside, tearing her away from her phone. She shot him a short glance and returned to reading something without much more. Sato knocked on the wood in a joking manner before entering the room and idly searching a few boxes for nothing. “We really need to clean this place.” Sato said in a soft voice, unsure of what else to say. It was common practice to go to equipment room to be alone or get some quiet, and typically there was a reason behind doing so. He looked over at Mika, studying how her features portrayed melancholy.

	Sato walked over to the broad windowsill at which Mika sat and placed himself on the opposite end of it. He rested his head against the wall behind him, faced out the window. It was getting pretty late for students to be still at school outside of practice. The main building remained eerily quiet except for the occasional stragglers and the teachers hurrying about to get work done. People littered the field, members of the club that occupied the area earlier lingering for possibly no reason. It was a nice thing to look it accompanied by silence, albeit an awkward kind.

	An irritated sigh from Mika pierced the quietness, and Sato turned to face her once again. She put her phone down by her feet and looked at him as she wrapped her arms around her knees. “Do you know what’s up with Rokoru?” She said it like the set-up to a joke. Sato lowered his brow. He really didn’t, and he felt bad for not knowing.

	“No,” He said quietly, subconsciously suppressing his voice due to the tense air in the room.

	Mika bit her bottom lip for a second. “He says his family might be moving to Tokyo. His dad got a job offer, and apparently it’s way better than the one he currently has.” And that was the punchline. She averted her gaze after delivering the news, but Sato kept his focus on her.

	“That sucks.” Sato finally broke his stare when she frowned at his words, turning his head back to the sparse field. It was evidently not what she wanted to hear at the moment due to the obvious nonchalance in his tone. He hadn’t really known Rokoru for that long, and even then they hadn’t exactly hit it off well. They were just co-workers in a company of friends. Mika had probably known the boy for her entirety of her school life, feeling betrayed that he would leave on their last year of highschool when they had spent the other eleven years together in Warakuma.

	The silence from before returned without warning, bringing with it even more awkwardness. He was unwanted company and he felt it. Though he tried to think of something to say to comfort her or change the subject, nothing came to mind and he just sat there uncomfortably on the cold hard wood of the windowsill. There was no point to being there anymore, he decided. In fact, he had probably been a detriment, having shown his lack of understanding and sympathy. So, without a word, he rose from his seat, Mika locking eyes with him for a second until he walked over to the door, though he stopped before leaving.

	“I’m sorry I don’t know what to say. I wouldn’t know what this feels like.” Sato said, pronouncing every word carefully. He didn’t wait for a reply, however, and left the room, starting down towards the stairwells that lead to the main exit. A strange shitty feeling consumed his thoughts as he went descended down the staircase, having walked in on her feeling even shittier than himself and then walking off with nothing more than a “That sucks” and a “Sorry”. He justified himself but reasoning that didn’t know, and some how, that cleared his conscious, and he managed to walk home without thinking.