[b]Sato Hashimoto[/b] // [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5VnCuNtCrno]Warakuma High, By The Front Gates[/url] April 11 2015, SATURDAY After School The sound of the school doors opening drew Sato’s attention. The boy stood up from his spot against the wall when he saw the familiar face of Yukiteru Yoshino, one of the more dedicated members of the Archery Club. He often tagged along whenever Rokoru, Mika, and himself hung out after practice. Sato wasn’t sure of his relationships with the others but the two of them had never really talked one-on-one before, and the opportunity to do so was something he decided he shouldn’t pass up. Sato pushed himself off from the ground and greeted the familiar boy, who merely blinked at him in confusion; as far as Sato had seen in the time he’d been in Warakuma, people sitting at the front doors when pretty much everyone was already gone was a bit unusual. They ignored the fact after getting it out of the way, but Yuki simply continued walking away as soon as Sato explained why he was lingering around with a slightly bloody lip. Sato quickly pushed himself over by the shorter boy’s side and attempted to make conversation (with little success) as they made their way to their respective homes, splitting about three quarters of the way to Sato’s place. Having nothing else to do for the rest of his Saturday, Sato returned home and jolted up to his room. Once there he tossed all his school stuff into a pile by the door and changed into clothes more casual than his uniform before flopping onto his bed. There wasn’t any immediate homework for him to do nor any kind of recreative activity he particularly wanted to take part in, so he merely let his eyes close as soon as they wanted to and passed out. ------ [b]Sato Hashimoto[/b] // [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D_O2zAbZYeg]Hashimoto Residence[/url] April 12 2015, SUNDAY Morning Sato woke to the typical silence of his room (minus the typical distant animal noises). He rose from the nest of blankets and pillows he had made around himself as he fished his phone from his pocket to check the time. Not too late, but still several hours from his usual time of awakening. With a loud yawn Sato stood up, stretching his arms over his head as he made his way over to the door, grabbing a fresh set of clothes on the way. The mess of items and clothes he had created the night prior had obstructed the half-asleep teen’s shuffle path, so he lazily pushed them away with his foot until he could slide his way into the hallway and into the bathroom. After having went through his morning routine (albeit a lot slower than usual), Sato found himself at the front door, unsure where to go on such a boring Sunday. But, as he typically found himself doing, he left anyway on a trip around town for no particular reason. He didn’t exactly feel like talking to any of Archery Club clique after the events of yesterday (which Rokoru no-doubt shared with Mika and the others) so the boy simply left it to chance to find him something interesting to do with his Sunday. ------ [b]Sato Hashimoto[/b] // [url=www.youtube.com/watch?v=RbDkfG56Jbk]Warakuma Shopping District[/url] April 12 2015, SUNDAY Noon As Sato made his way through the shopping district, idly stopping at what stores caught his fancy (and having picked up a cup of tea from some chain that had opened up recently), he noticed something a little more peculiar for the small town of Warakuma. First it was the plethora of posters put around the town that detailed the recent activity of some supposed cult that was brewing in Warakuma. Sato didn’t really think twice on it until he noticed some police wandering by, a sight that felt strange to him for a reason that escaped his thoughts. There were several cops standing around in the busiest part of the district, eyes scanning each person that passed by them, even the old women carrying bundles of fresh food for their families. Though, as he took a sip from the hot drink he held, Sato noticed a strange guy still dressed in a school uniform (that wasn’t Warakuma High’s) eyeing on something on the wall, which was presumably one of the posters the cops were supposedly plastering up on any good spot for them. It was strange seeing a student still wearing a uniform on a Sunday, let alone someone that didn’t seem to be local to the town. [url=www.youtube.com/watch?v=VUXsfKa5mls]Unfortunately[/url], Sato had drawn his attention to the right of himself and had neglected to pay attention to the path he was heading, walking right into the back of some guy and spilling the drink he held pretty much all over the bigger man’s back and himself. The person turned on his heel immediately with a shout and shot a look at him that Sato swore could kill someone if they looked straight back. Unsure of what to do, the third-year backed a few steps away, hand still clenched around the now crushed cup that previously held a drink. The guy didn’t seem like he was going to get physical with the twerp that just drenched his shirt with a scalding liquid, but it was clear he was getting aggressive. The man’s appearance didn’t help; broad build, bold eyebrows with a piercing in each, furious expression on his ugly mug, a shirt that clearly displayed the power behind any punches that’d come from him. “What the [i]fuck[/i] do you think you’re doing, you lil’ fucker?!” The guy shouted straight into Sato face’s. He felt a stray bit of spit hit his face and he winced at both that and the volume of the voice. This wasn’t good at all, though it [i]was[/i] kinda funny seeing some obviously middle-aged dude get so riled up over such an accident. Clearly it would be best to just run away like some fourteen-year-old that just pulled a prank on a teacher, but for some reason it didn’t strike Sato as a solution at the moment and he merely held his ground as the man continued spouting bullshit about modern youth and how much of a waste of oxygen he was.