[h3][b]Rokoru Ishiara[/b]
// [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hGxUXFlSvbU]Warakuma Mall[/url][/h3]
Rokoru nodded along as Ueno talked about herself. And DR, and whatever physical activities she did. He was especially pleased to hear that the girl had specifically chosen Archery over Volleyball. Considering she’d joined during his reign, he considered it a success on his part. The club’s state was something he prided himself on; it became a lot more organized when he assumed position of president. The other third years— he had asked them about it— had said the difference was, if there was any, was marginal to them. But there was an higher number of recruits when the season started, which could only mean that he was doing [i]something[/i] right. He’d liked to think he was doing all of it right, but even he couldn’t fool himself into believing that. For example, Ueno herself had basically panicked herself half to death when she tried to hand in her forms. Was he really that intimidating? Maybe it was just the fact that he was a third year and she was a second year. Older students are intimidating.

Rokoru was drawn out of his thoughts when she asked him a question about himself. He’d really only been [i]sorta[/i] paying attention to what she was actually saying beyond the DDR thing, which didn’t actually mean much to him. Rokoru hated games like that, and it only struck him, as Ueno was still waiting for him to answer her question, that she might try to rope him into playing it. Possibly with her. It’d be embarrassing in more ways than one.

	[color=red]“Besides Archery?”[/color] Rokoru started, as he shuffled through a rack of shirts he had stopped by. He hoped that the store he had started browsing through was one of Ueno’s destinations, since by the time he had continued, he had his eye on two shirts already. The shopping fever had hit when he remembered that he really needed some new clothes. [color=red]“I dunno. I go running sometimes, and I suppose I like it. I really do it more to keep up with myself— you get what I mean? Ehh, forget it.”[/color] His words were slow in contrast to hers, and he only looked back at Ueno after decided he didn’t actually want anything from the rack. [color=red]“I’m into music and shit. Rock’s pretty sweet. You like it? Rock?”[/color]

	The boy took a step towards Ueno, closing the gap between them a bit. People kept rushing past them and in between them, so he felt that it’d be best if he was close enough so that people would not do that. Just an arms reach away, close enough so that she could see his tongue run over his front teeth like he had just eaten peanut butter. But not quite close enough to notice the very slight raise of the corner of his lip. People walked around them instead of through them after he took that step.