[h3][b]Sato Hashimoto[/b]
// [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FtLWoc16Wic]Warakuma Shopping District[/url][/h3]
[color=skyblue]”Shit, you saw me come out of that café, didn’t you?"[/color] Sato grimaced, sliding his hand from the stranger’s grasp after a light bow from himself. It stung a little that this random girl thought he was himself a female, though after the whole debacle he had just went through, he almost questioned it himself. [color=skyblue]”Wait, Noboru?”[/color] It’d been weeks since Sato had last met with the underclassman, and wanting to be sure that they were discussing the same person, the teen pulled out his cell phone. He navigated back to the most recent text he had received from the second-year. The picture was clearly not taken by Noboru, and Sato doubted it was particularly consensual at the time of the photo based on the crowd framing the shot and dramatic stand-off the boy was apparently having, but it [i]was[/i] the only photo he had of Noboru.

[color=skyblue]”This Noboru?”[/color] Sato held the phone out to show the stranger what was being displayed on the screen: a shot of a muscle-bound student posing in what looked to be a store or something. A distracting glare of light reflected off the sweat on the boy’s body. After the girl had an apt time to take in the photo, Sato shoved the device back into his pocket and looked at the girl again. [color=skyblue]”Whether it is or isn’t however, you can rest assured that I’m not trying to ‘take’ your Noboru. I barely know the guy.”[/color] He took a short step backwards, turning his shoulders a quarter turn away. It would be absolutely awful to hold up Rokurou on account of being interrogated by some random girl that stopped him on the streets. [color=skyblue]”I apologise, but I’m meeting a friend in a bit. Have a good day, miss.”[/color] As Sato began to walk away, he gave a half-hearted wave.

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Sato checked the time on his phone. Ten minutes past and no new notifications. Typical. Just as the male pushed off from the wall to head home, the next train arrived and Sato watched as all the passengers disembarked, just to be sure. While in a mixture of being unsurprised and surprised, Sato waved over to the club president. Rokurou approached with a scowl on his face and can of soup in his grasp, and Sato tried hard not to match it. It would be beneficial to be the higher one. The two stood silently for a moment despite exchanging very shallow nods, before Rokurou took a long drag from the can. [color=skyblue]”You’re late, with soup."[/color] Not Sato’s strongest conversation starter.

[color=red]”I would’ve had something before I came here but that would’ve made me later, and that would’ve caused your panties to get into an even tighter knot.”[/color] An obnoxious slurp accompanied by a cutting glare. Sato shifted his weight to one hip, frowning at the comment. It stuck a little more than it should’ve. 

Rokurou took off back towards the shopping district and Sato walked beside him. [color=skyblue]”You know that Mika and her squad are planning to overthrow you, or whatever dramatic term you’d like to use, right?”[/color]

[color=red]”’Course, they can’t just decide to kick me out. Obviously talked to me about it.”[/color] Rokurou blandly stated, fishing in his pockets for something. As he did so, Sato considered when they would have done that and decided that it happened on the last meeting he skipped. [color=red]”Let me use your phone, man.”[/color]

[color=skyblue]”What?”[/color] Sato stopped abruptly, before going back to a very slow walk. Rokurou matched it almost immediately. [color=skyblue]”Why do you need it?”[/color]

[color=red]”Not like I came here just to talk to you for a minute. I’m meeting someone here and I need to call them.”[/color] Sato sighed before handing over his phone to the brawnier male, who immediately unlocked it with a precise motion. Though, just after he did so, Rokurou almost buckled to the ground while restraining his laughter. It took Sato a good couple of seconds to fathom what could be the source of such entertainment, and when he did, Sato nearly tackled the other boy, who kept the device just out of reach. [color=red]”I didn’t know you were—"[/color]

[color=skyblue]”I don’t— I’m not— Just give me my phone back!”[/color] Sato shouted, in the same tone as a child’s protest. He was seriously not in the mood for yet more implications and/or assumptions regarding his sex and surrounding attributes. The teen grappled with Rokurou, clawing for the phone, until his slender frame was pushed away with one good shove.

[color=red]”Dude,”[/color] Rokurou yelled with a huff of air. [color=red]”I still need to make that call. Chill.”[/color] Sato shook his head in disagreeance, though he resigned to the loss, and sulked at the side of the street as the club prez made his oh-so important call.