[h3][b]Sato Hashimoto[/b] // [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m75r54BwahQ]Warakuma Public Library[/url][/h3]	Sato nodded to what the others said, spinning the pencil in his fingers around. He listened to Otonashi introduce herself to Sieghardt only by what Sato assumed was her last name. The idea of her being the cosplay café girl was still in the back of his mind, but he'd already decided to drop it, so Sato just eyed the things Otonashi had written down on her notes. That is, until someone came up to their table to tell them off for making a bit of noise. Sato had to suppress a laugh with Sieghardt as he watched the random younger teen walk back to his table. They were hardly being [i]boisterous[/i].

	"I'm pretty done with studying for now, but it's not like reviewing first year material is a strain." Sato said, reassuring Otonashi that it wasn't any bother to help her out. "Besides, I've been helping someone with math for a while now, it's not much of a change of pace."

	Otonashi told them that they were largely focused on algebra. Well, that made it definitely easier in two ways: one, anyone was easier to teach math to than Rokurou. And two, there was no way he could fuck up algebra like he had a few times with their own material a few nights ago. That was a wild ride trying to salvage after doing it all wrong for at least an hour.

	Regardless, Sato pulled over some of Otonashi's notes and quickly read through them to get a grasp on where she was. What she was doing was definitely further ahead than what he had done in his old school as a first year, but that was hardly a problem for a plethora of reasons. The two students went through some questions, Sato explaining anything she didn't fully get with a frustrating lack of confidence in his own words. It didn't take long before he got burnt out with helping Otonashi as well, aggressively writing numbers and letters down on a piece of loose leaf he'd taken from someone at the table.

	"I think I'm done. I've had enough math to last me a lifetime now. " Sato said, putting down his pencil with a shred of gentleness and running a hand through his bangs. "Though…now that I've helped you, do you think you could return the favor? It's just a question." Maybe that came off as some kind of manipulation, the way he segwayed into it, but it had been on his mind the whole day. The indirect source of his frustration with all the math he'd been forcing himself through recently.

	"If you didn't like someone, but liked being with them… what would you do?" Sato asked, looking directly at Otonashi for a few seconds before returning his glance to the notes before him, shaking his head a little. "I'm sorry. That was a weird question. Never mind. Is there anything you're not clear on? The math, I mean."