[b]Monday, April 8th, 2013 
After School[/b]

	“[color=f9ad81]Think you’re hot shit, kid?[/color]” The taller of the two third-years leaned over Akira, a wide grin covering his snotty face. The second third-year lingered behind the first, and Rokoru watched on in a mix of confusion and intimidation. There wasn’t much of a point in defending some guy he had pretty much literally just met if it meant on getting on the bad side of some of the seniors. “[color=f9ad81]You probably got some kind of weird bow that’s making you better,[/color]” the senior teased, obviously not the sharpest of tools.

	The second and shorter third-year peeked out from behind the first and shot Akira an ugly glare. “[color=662d91]Arrogance gets you nowhere,[/color]” he said. It didn’t quite make sense but the point was that they were trying to kick him down a notch. There was no way some first year was better than [i]them[/i], and Akira, not being one to take such bullshit, lunged forward with his knee. The joint connected perfectly with the senior’s crotch, and he sent him to the ground with a shot to the back with his elbow. The second senior looked at the boy with a mixture of fear and anger before storming off in a fluster, leaving his ‘friend’ behind. Rokoru stared at Akira from behind the childish sobbing body of the third year. Akira gave a huff in response to the disgust written on Rokoru’s face and stormed off in his own right. Not before calling Rokoru and the seniors an obscenity or two, of course. 

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[h3][b]Rokoru Ishiara[/b]
/// [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xgPu_xk-fY8]Warakuma Shopping Complex[/url][/h3]

	“[color=red] From that day on, the boy known as Akira the Clubwrecker acted out a lot. A shocking amount, I had thought.[/color]” 

	Rokoru sat up straight after finishing the first part of his retelling. He lifted the still steamy drink in front of him to his mouth and took a small sip from it. Some of the floating layer of cream stuck to his upper lip. His tongue shot out and licked it off before the teen leaned forward again to continue talking, but not before his stomach interrupted with a loud growling. Rokoru put his hand onto his midsection and looked at the other two people surrounding the table. “[color=red]Either of you two hungry? On me.[/color]"

	“[color=palegreen]Nothing for me,[/color]” Mika responded, her hand holding up her chin.

	Rokoru turned in his seat to face her. Rubbing the back of his head with one hand and resting the other on the table, he replied, “[color=red]Awh Mika, it’s the least I can do for you. You’re always bringing me stuff for lunch and I can hardly keep up the favor. Just lemme buy you something here![/color]” His tone of voice suggested that he either forgot Akira was there or that he had gotten accustomed (or more comfortable) with being in Akira’s company.

	“[color=palegreen] Try to bring something from home if you want to make it up to me, Rokoru! It’s like you don’t even care about what you eat.[/color]”

	The third-year frowned a bit. “[color=red]I don’t. To be honest.[/color]"

	Fed up with Rokoru for the time being, Mika gave in and instructed the boy to get her a muffin or something if he was buying food anyway. Rokoru got up from his seat and walked away from the table a few steps before suddenly turning back around on his heel. “[color=red]Anything for you, Akira?[/color]” He spat the words out, like he was being forced to say it.