April 15 2015, WEDNESDAY Very Early Morning Sato awoke to his phone’s ringtone. He rolled around beneath the covers until his flailing hand slapped his phone off the table next to his bed, and upon hearing, the boy sat up and scooped the phone from the ground. The name displayed on the screen was “Yukiteru?”, but Sato hesitated to pick up. It was a few hours before his alarm would’ve went off and hence the normal waking time for students, so it would’ve been perfectly excusable to not pick up like he hadn’t woken up to the ringing. There had to be some reason for Yuki to call so early, and the more he pondered whether to pick up or not, the more curious he got. After the phone had rung a surprising amount of times, Sato tentatively answered the call. “Yuki?” Sato asked, before whoever was on the other line could say anything. “It’s like 4 AM, why are you calling so late?” It took a few moments for the caller to answer, and in the time it took, Sato rubbed his eye with the heel of his hand. “Mika asked me to call you. I’m not sure why she couldn’t just do it, but... just wanted to make sure you were coming to practice today.” He ran a hand through his messy bangs. “Of course I am. Why’d you bother calling me so early just to ask a question like that?” Another lengthy pause. “She’s been talking to me since midnight. She promised to stop talking to me if I told you that she wanted you to meet her and some peeps in the backroom of the range today.” And with nothing else to say, Yuki hung up and Sato lowered the phone from his face. The screen lit up with a ‘DISCONNECTED’ message. Welp. April 15 2015, WEDNESDAY After School The school day ended quicker than it seemed to start, and as usual, he would’ve been waiting for the crowd of students rushing out the doors to thin out so he could leisurely make his way to wherever he was headed. But instead of doing that, Sato found himself part of that crowd, as he had promised Yuki and subsequently Mika that he’d meet them in the back room of the range before he went off to go practice and whatever he intended to do after. He wasn’t sure what she wanted to talk to him about if it required the secrecy of the range’s rarely used (ever since they moved the cabinets and whatnot to the front room, for the sake of convenience) backroom. And that’s where Sato went, and he found himself standing outside the door to the range. The weather was pretty average out. Typical for the season, though the wind was a little stronger than usual, piercing the jacket of his uniform and stinging with the slightest bit of chilliness. He shivered.

==~== Mako once again checked the wrappings around his hands, even though he'd done it at least a dozen times by now. His hopefully-outstanding performance at the drama club yesterday notwithstanding, Mako had to admit that if he were allowed only one club to join, it would have to be the Boxing club, for sure. There was something about the thrill of the fight, the challenge, the effort required that just sang to him. For some reason or another. A good way to let off steam, a decent form of exercise, and something that he naturally excelled at, to boot. What wasn't to like? His constant grin turned slightly feral as he reached the locker room, hands flexing and relaxing reflexively, his body nearly shaking in anticipation. Because, again, if Mako were to be honest with himself, it was only in the heat of battle that Mako truly felt like himself. And it was only in the heat of battle where his classmates got a glimpse of the fire that lay under his many masks. Mako grinned his feral smile and started to ready himself for the today's practice.

After school.

Matt was discharged back on monday, but what had he been up to since then? He couldn’t work for a while so he wasn’t there but only a few had seen him outside of classes. The reason was simple, Matt found out there was no clubs with a form of agriculture.. not even a flower club?? Matt had still planned to join the Kendo club but this was a terrible situation, it needed to be fixed as soon as possible before it was too late.
So Matt had spent Tuesday harassing some students to at least be ghost members before harassing Teachers into allowing his club and an empty clubroom and somehow he succeeded, while even getting an empty little bed that was on the side of the building.
No Matt did not just claim it because it was void of anything.

Today Matt was setting up the club room while he forced others to put up advertisements for the club (surely he realises no one would join) So far there wasn’t much in the room though, only some tables, chairs and pot plants near the open window.
After setting up here Matt contemplated whether to plant seeds today as well or go off and see if he can find some small plants to plant.

15/4/2015 - Wednesday - Warakuma High Gym, Kendo Club

When Rui arrived to look into the Kendo Club, it appears he was one of the first ones there. When he asked one of the members cleaning up to start it appears there weren't many members, at least compared to other schools. It was still rather numerous for a club. Rui had no trouble joining, as he has done Kendo back in his old school. He knew Kami did Kendo too, but it looks like he wasn't going to come today. In any case, he was now a part of the Kendo club, though it was still early, so everyone was cleaning the place up for usage fairly soon.

The night before hadn't been much eventful past their conversation. They grabbed something to eat and simply talked. Not a big deal in the scheme of things. Noboru was still tired from the past events however. You couldn't just shake something like that off. It just didn't happen. After getting out of class, Noboru grabbed his bag and looked inside. Yep. His exercise clothes were still in there. Nice and clean? Weird, seeing as he hadn't washed them before. Or maybe he did, and just forgotten about it. OR, maybe someone hhad sabotaged his clothes again for maximum embarrassment and was hoping he would try to rip his shorts. Oh well. He would just have to be hopeful that it wasn't the case with his clothes. He walked down the stairs and towards the exit, going down the path to the mall. He pulled out his phone and texted Chiaki, inquiring whether she was ready for the running today or not. Walking towards the mall still, his mind wandered off as he waited for a reply.



Akari pounded the bag as hard as she could, letting hit swing wildly with each hit. Off in the distance, she saw one of the people she convinced(With minimal effort, no less) hitting another bag. He looked like an easy target. She slinked off to him, wiping the sweat from her brow.

"Hey there. How is it going?" Her words curled around him, leaving a faint scent of rudeness.

"Yeah, I know what you mean Mayuri-chan, the metal upa is totally the cutest! Oh... Just hold on a sec"
Chiaki was stopped earlier by a fellow classmate whom was facinated with collecting snall cute objects, something Chiaki also found an interest in. Whilst in mid conversation her phoned buzzed and she checked it out. It was a message from Noboru, asking her about their usual training after school.

"Well, lets talk again later Mayuri, I have a friend I must go and meet. Have a lovely afternoon!". With a smile and wave she walked off with her clothing back to get changed in the toilets. Once she had finished and changed into some wear more suitable for a jog, she messaged Noboru back.

'Wait for me there! I won't be long, I can't wait!
♪（ｖ＾＿＾）ｖ '

It was only a matter of moments until she met up with. She asked if he had been waiting long, hopefully not. Her mind wondered back to the incident... She decided it was best not ask any questions unless he brought it up.

==~==

Mako settled into his routine like a comfortable suit, or perhaps a nice boxing glove, more appropriately, savaging the bag in front of him with a flurry of blows. Despite his obvious effort, his feral grin never faltered, in fact growing by a few teeth as he escalated his efforts. This. This was his zone, where he belonged. This was what gave him purpose. This was his domain.

Which made it all the more galling that someone was now intruding upon it.

Mako stopped suddenly in his not-quite-mauling of the bag before him as Akari (pretty sure that was the name) came up alongside him, her words curling around him like some sort of faint foulness. Odd. I didn't think I'd done anything to deserve rudeness today. Or perhaps my presence offends that much? He gathered his composure (trying to speak in Fight Mode would have been ugly) for a moment or two, breathing deeply, then wiped the sweat from his face, and turned to his brown-haired compatriot.

"Ah. Yes. Akari, right? Everything is going well, as you can see. So, unless you needed something...?" Mako bounced slightly on the balls of his feet, clearly anxious to get back to his attempted murder of the heavy bag.

Take the hint...

Kotori Shirohane - Warakuma High School: Classroom 2-2 | Wednesday, April 15 2015 - After School

The bell rang once more; signalling the end of classes for the day - and the usual mass exodus from the classroom. And much like usual, Kotori was one of those few who remained in her seat when the time came; opting to finish up her day's notes before packing her bag - which had the added advantage of letting her bypass the worst of the large sea of students loitering in the hallways on their way home, to clubs or to friends by virtue of arriving there after them. With the day's work thus done, Kotori took her bag before heading out of the classroom and into the hallway. With Noboru having turned back up at school, most of the wild rumours about him had since died down; other topics taking the place instead. However, something else had caught Kotori's attention that morning - a flyer for a new club.

Kotori Shirohane - Warakuma High School | Wednesday, April 15 2015 - After School

As she made her way to the clubroom, Kotori couldn't quite help but get a slight feeling of doubt creep up in her mind - the clubroom was one of the out-of-the-way ones, the flyer had been somewhat a rather simple one and she'd never actually heard of the school having an agriculture club before - but ultimately, she decided to at least pay them a visit, seeing as at least that much surely couldn't hurt. And if it turned out to not be something for her - or the times they'd meet even if it was happened to be inconvenient for helping out at home - she could always apologise for having wasted their time. With that in mind, Kotori took a quick breath before gently tapping on the clubroom door - so gently, in fact, that it was barely even audible; leaving her standing in front of the closed door for another few moments before she slowly pushed it open; peering inside.

"Uhm... excuse me? Is this the Agriculture Club...?" she asked, her voice quiet as ever, after glancing about the rather empty room and then finding its sole occupant standing there in deep thought by the looks of it.

the final bell for the new girl's first day of school. Keiko looked up to the clock. She still has some free time before Obachan is off her day shift. She packed her books and looked out the window for a moment. Keiko felt odd, this almost feels normal, she could even relaxed, child services shouldn't come to this place looking for her.

"Kobashigawa San!" Keiko looked away from the window to look at the voice. The voice belonged to Hamako Toji. Keiko smiles softly, "Oh, hello Toji san." Keiko responded softly, Hamako grinned happily, "You should join one of the clubs! I'm already in one, but I can show you since your new and all!" Hamako was practically yelling at this point, most of their classmates flinched or looked at her weirdly, Keiko simply kept smiling, she dealt with worse.

"Sure!" Keiko replied brightly, she hasn't been in a club in a long time, and Obasan would like her to be more like her age. Hamako's eyes are sparkling, Hamako really wants to be a good friend. "I think you would love the Kyuudo club!" Hamako said and she give Keiko how to get there from the classroom, Keiko listened intently.

"And that how you get there, Wait I'm going to be late for my own club! I see you later! It was nice meeting you!" Hamako blurted all so quickly and then ran off.

The classroom was empty except for her in the room. She sighed happily, she missed being a normal girl and doing normal girl things even for a few hours. Since she doesn't know of any other clubs so she decided to join the Kyuudo club. She collected all her books and pencils which she was paid for by the hidden safe in Obachan's basement, it was enough to pay for the first month's bills so Obachan can get a job and support them in the new town and also some new clothes for her, Obachan kept her old clothes, which her cleaner than most homeless people's clothes so she won't get outed as a recently homeless woman. Obachan has sort of adopted of her by all accounts but legally. OBachan protected her and understood her and her plight. But Keiko wished Obachan would stop telling her to reconnect with her parents, they are cruel and only care about money.

Keiko shakes her head, she had to think positive. So she left the classroom as the last student and looked for the club room.



"Sure is easy to get lost..." Keiko muttered under her breath Hamako's directions weren't that reliable. She kept peeking into the windows of the clubrooms, most looked busy so she didn't bother peeking in for questions.
When peeking in and out of rooms she sees a room with a lone boy with potted plants and chairs, looked bare bones, must be a day off. She decided to go into the room and ask the young man her questions she needed answers to.

She opened the door and went into the clubroom. ""Hello! Hi. um." Keiko greeted herself nervously, she wasn't really sure how to talk to boys her age.

Akane Hanazawa // Warakuma High Gym // Kendo Club
Wednesday, April 15th, 2015
After School

As some things change, some things stay the same. The same is true for Akane's bad timing. When school first wrapped up, she headed straight over to the MMA Clubs clubroom but Inoue nor Alexai were there. First all the attempts with the Kendo club and now this?! Speaking of the Kendo club, since she decided to take a break from her manga she now has more time to check it out. They're supposed to have practice like most sport clubs today so the chance of success is much higher today. She wasn't sure if she should try again given her numerous failed attempts but it was unusual for her to have this much free time on a Wednesday. So why not?

Kendo errr swordplay, was something that always had Akane's attention. It all started from the Katana her father had framed above their fireplace back at home and evolved when she was first introduced to manga by her brother, which of course had a sword in it. Over time she started practicing kendo at her family's dojo, under her fathers instruction, of course. She never had the free time to join her middle schools Kendo Club nor did she have the time to join in her first year of high school given the crazy schedule her senpais in the Manga Club ran for their club activities. Now that they're gone and that she's now the president, she can take it easy. Maybe by joining another club she might be able to relax and be more inspired....and break her block.

Walking into the gym where they Kendo Club was scheduled to be, she finally seen others there. And then she seen a familiar face there, one that recently joined her club, who was cleaning up the gym with the others. Rui Shinichi. "Imagine that, you're here as well." She said as she walked up to him upon finally turning her club application form in.

15/4/2015 - Wednesday - Warakuma High Gym, Kendo Club

"Imagine that, you're here as well."

"Hm?", Rui turned to the familiar voice. It was Akane, and she was handing a club application to him. He accepted it, well, he wasn't even in charge of this club. Before he handed it to the club's adviser he responded to Akane,

"Yeah, I just joined myself. Have you done Kendo before?", he asked. He had his own equipment from his previous school, so he was okay. He wasn't sure about Akane though, so he had to ask. At the moment he was in a borrowed gi, and would show up next time with his.

Should I stay or should I go? Matthew was debating with himself to decide whether he should just stay and continue or close up and see if he could join the Kendo club. Lost in thought Matt stared out the window until he thought he heard a knock… but it was surely not for it sounded so distant. So he just continued to think about something completely stupid until he heard someone behind him.

"Uhm... excuse me? Is this the Agriculture Club...?"
"Hello! Hi. um."
Matt then turned around stunned, wait someone was actually looking for the club?? Wait no 2 people?? It took a moment for Matt to recover from the sudden appearance of the two cute quite girls but he soon regained his cheerful composure.
“Hello are you both here to look at joining the agriculture club?” Matt asked with a wide smile.
“oh right the names Matthew Harvester but if you want just call me Matt… I’m still getting used to Japanese naming.” Matt had started going hyper mode, he was so happy that some people were at least looking at the club on the first day.
“oh yea I’m the club Prez, and the only real member at the moment…. But if you're both here do you have an interest in plants? a favourite flower?” He wasn’t even staying on topic for more than a second anymore…

Noboru turned around when Chiaki popped up and asked her question.

No! Not long actually. Just a few minutes. So, if you're ready wanna get started?

They did the regular running route, along all the winding paths and roads. There wasn't much to talk about, but small talk was made while on their jog.

After the run, they returned to the mall, tired after finally finishing their run. Noboru turned back around to face Chiaki and spoke up.

So that was a nice return to exercise huh? Anyhow, are you feeling hungry? I'm absolutely starved beyond belief. Wanna grab something to eat?



Akari scoffed at the boy's remarks.

"fine then. Catch you around."

She sauntered off again, going back to the bag she was pounding on.

After School||April 15

"Um~? Where could the Idol Club everyone keeps talking about be? I can start my career there~!" Utaha told herself as she walked by the hallway. The orange haired girl was indeed searching for it, after hearing some rumors that it actually existed, not that she believed in them all that much, but she was just about curious enough as to spend the time she had after school searching for it. Then again, it wasn't as if she had anything better to do besides waiting in her house for a call that might as well not come at all. She had just went to another idol audition, with little to no luck.

She couldn't help but sigh about it, but not wanting to lose heart about it, she merely shook her head and regained her cheery demeanor. "Well, no point in being broody about it~! Just gotta stay positive and the call will come, eventually~" She continued saying to herself. After picking herself up, she continued on with her search, all the while humming, "Idol club, Idol club, Idol club~" She said, as she walked and moved from side to side happily. She would have liked to start singing anytime now, but, well, it was a bit embarrassing to actually get to singing just because. It would be creepy too if people started dancing around as she sang, like in some kind of musical.

"Hm~? I wonder if anyone here knows where the idol club is? I should've asked before...." She says, smiling all the while. She could also go to the drama club and spend some time there until she could find the actual Idol club. It was the most similar thing to it, at the very least. Well, she might as well go around the clubs and she if any piqued her interest, aside from the Idol club.

She first went to the gym, and saw there the people training kendo with all their might. It seemed like fun. "Oh~! It looks really cool~! What's next, what's next~?" Still, before she could leave, someone tried to recruit her for the club, saying her size and build were just about perfect, even if she was a woman, though Utaha politely declined them. She left the gym and next went to the swimming pool, trying to see if there was someone there practicing, though she didn't find anyone at all. Then there was the boxing club she also heard about, and there they were, practicing. She scanned the room with her eyes and saw some interesting people, like someone with white hair put in a ponytail. She waved hello at some people that noticed her around there before leaving yet again.

Then, she went to visit the archery, or Kyuudo, club. She was even able to ask someone about the idol club, but she was told they knew nothing about something like that. Oh, well, what else could she do? Last but not least, she decided to check the Agriculture Club. She found some people on the door, who seemed to be a little more interested in the Agriculture club than Utaha herself was. Bending over and putting her face near the other two girls' as well, she smiled at her like a cat would. "Hello there~! What are you doing~?" She asked, before straightening and looking at the guy who seemed to be the president. "Oh, and are you the president~? I definitely would have expected the president being a girl rather than a guy, though~"

Akane Hanazawa // Warakuma High Gym // Kendo Club
Wednesday, April 15th, 2015
After School

Taking in the words, she took a moment to choose her words carefully. "Yea, since Primary school, though, for family reasons I was never able to be apart of the club in middle school. But my family has its own Dojo so I was able to learn and practice it there, thankfully." While there's more to it, so the statement was still quite correct, so no problems there.

"However, due to me always getting carried away with my work and my bad timing, I was never able to catch a practice, so im a late joiner. Having said that, never expected to have so much time and left my equipment at home. So I won't be able to Participate in practice this time but next one I'll be able to." as she finishes, she begins clean with the others. She may not be particpating, but given that she's new, it's thee least that she can do.

15/4/2015 - Wednesday - Warakuma High Gym, Kendo Club

"I see, well that's okay, the semester has just started so you're not really that late", he responded. So it looks like she's done this before. After that, she and Rui finished up the cleaning and went onto practice. First was warm-ups, and then practice, which was really just repetition. A hundred cuts, and another hundred, steps, and so on. This was going to be routine at every practice before it came down to techniques and then sparring.

Rui chose to simply practice the basics again, to make sure he hadn't lost any of it, and turns out he was doing it fairly well. After awhile, he wondered how Akane was doing. One half of the gym was for just the girls, and the other half for boys, but during technique and self-practice that wasn't really an issue. They were smaller than other kendo clubs after all, so they couldn't really afford that as easily.

Sato pulled back on the door with his whole weight, grunting with effort to get the incredibly shoddy door to become unstuck and open. It slid to the side with a concerning rickety sound, and light poured into the room. There was late-day sunlight coming from the clouded window to the left of the room but the artificial lighting from the range over-powered it. The boy stepped inside and closed the door, not expecting it to close as easily as it did. A high-pitched voice greeted him with a “Hey”, and Sato’s eyes peered around the room until they landed on Mika standing in front of a bunch of boxes and two seniors horsing around by said mound of boxes. Sato took a few steps towards them, but just as he did, the decrepit light bulb above him turned off and on for a second in a flurry of sparks.

“It does that sometimes,” the angry-looking girl said before pushing the boy next to her back. Sato nodded in response, and looked over at Mika for some kind of explanation.

She brushed a strange of hair from her eyes. “Thanks for coming, Sato. Sorry for telling you to come to the backroom.”

“It is kind of creepy,” the senior guy interjected, tossing an arm around the girl. Sato recognized the guy from that one time Rokoru got into running marathon and often ran around the track with him, and he recalled that the girl was one of the members of the archery team that had been there since she was a first year. He presumed them to be dating based on how flirty she reacted to the arm movement.

“Thank you, Rento.” Mika glared at him before returning her gaze to Sato’s sharp features. “I just wanted your input on something. We were thinking Rokoru isn’t the best fit for club prez right now.”

“So… what? Who do you suggest would be a better choice? Me?”

“Of course not,” she replied, giving a smile that Sato couldn’t quite tell if it implied that she was joking or not. “I take it you agree with us.” He nodded. “I was thinking that someone like Rento or Hitomi. But not them.” The two seniors standing at the back of the room nodded in response, and Rento scratched at the practically non-existent hair behind his ear.

“Okay. So, correct me if I’m wrong, but… You want a third-year that’s been in a member of the archery team since first year? That automatically excludes myself, and you’ve already dismissed Rento and Hitomi—why are they even here?—so what, should we vote you?” Sato tried to get comfortable on his feet, but after shifting his weight from hip to hip a few times, he found a seat on a strangely hard box resting by the door.

Hitomi spoke up first. “Mika told us to be here in case you didn’t agree,”

Rento continued, “In which case we’d beat you up.”

“Yeah, a few broken bones would convince you!” She flashed the same smile from earlier again. “There’s no reason to set our minds to someone now, and I don’t want to be the leader. And I don’t think Rokoru would appreciate me usurping him.” She found her way to a box-seat as well.

Sato digested the information for a second and thought about what he would do in the situation. But a bigger question popped into his head. "Do you like him or something? Rokoru, I mean.” At being asked it, Mika pressed a strand of hair that fell onto her shoulder between her fingers. She didn’t blush or anything but it was clear that she didn’t intend to answer out of embarrassment. Sato smirked in reply, before standing up and walking over to the door. He tried to open the door and walk out all cool and collected, but the boy’s thin hands struggled to do so. Rento blew air out of his nose and walked over to where Sato stood. Standing on the opposite side from where Sato pulled from, the slightly taller boy pushed the door with his body weight behind it. A crack of wood resounded from it when it suddenly slid completely open. Sato thanked the boy while looking at the floor and took a few steps out, turning around to wave farewell to the other two.

As he walked over to the main room of the range, Sato’s mind chewed on what she said. Why they had suddenly decided that Rokoru wasn’t suited for the role of almighty ruler of the archery club, Sato couldn’t guess. Maybe it was because the boy’s enrollment at Warakuma High was being threatened. As he approached a group of guys he knew from his class that were loitering right by the front door (where he’d been just minutes ago), Sato shook the heads from his thoughts. It didn’t concern him. Not that much, at least.

Kotori Shirohane - Warakuma High School: Agriculture Club | After School

Barely having walked in herself to ask whether this really was the club she was looking for, Kotori heard another voice behind her; announcing herself with a "Hello! Hi. um." Standing between her and the previously sole occupant of the room and therefore presumed club member of the Agriculture Club, Kotori was left looking between the two; unsure if she had somehow intruded upon a club meeting. However, the boy quickly turned around and addressed both of them; a wide smile accompanying his veritable stream of words that didn't even allow for an answer before he was done talking. Blinking in confusion at the number of question that had been asked, Kotori barely managed to get an "Uhm..." out before yet another voice made itself known: "Hello there~! What are you doing~? Oh, and are you the president~? I definitely would have expected the president being a girl rather than a guy, though~"

Now fully confused with the tall girl's sudden appearance, Kotori took a step back before giving a bow. "I'm Kotori Shirohane from Class 2-2 and I was looking to join the Agriculture Club. Ah, that is, maybe..." she introduced herself and stating her reason for being here - albeit her quiet voice trailing off fully towards the end as she glanced between the other three students present - Matthew Harvester, the Club President and by both looks and names a transfer student from overseas; the girl that had entered just after herself and hadn't said much yet; and finally the tall girl whose attitude seemed far more in line with Matthew than with either of the other girls. Unsure what to make of the entire situation, seeing as she didn't know any of the three or what the two girls' relation to the Agriculture Club was, Kotori was left to look between them and occasionally pick at the hem of her skirt - a habit she'd acquired ages ago.

Akira Kirigakure // Warakuma High // Archery Range
Wednesday, April 15th, 2015
After School

It was a typical practice, slow and uneventful. After what happened at the Cafe, Rokoru was nowhere to be seen. Mika was also M.I.A. but she was somewhere in the school, that's for sure. To think such a simple outing would turn out like this. Even though he had a hand in making things worse, Rokoru dug his own grave with his tall tales. Akira was the kind of guy that tells things how it is and he couldn't well lie to the girl. Which was strange in itself, it wasn't like him. Was it all affecting him more than he'd like to people? Did he still feel something for her? Was that why he decided to say something?

Nonsense, he sighed as he drew back the bow. But how else can he explain it? Just for the hell of it? Yea, that's more like Akira Kirigakure. He simply doesn't care about anyone. He's a delinquent after all. Heh, with a snicker, he released the bow and hit the target. Whatever happens between those two is none of his business. Whatever happens, happens. After firing a few more shots, a figure moving in the distance caught his eye. Turning to see who it was, he could see Sato coming out of a room and walking towards a group of guys loitering by the front door. Hmm...