Rokoru Ishiahara // Warakuma High, Archery Range
The girl had thanked him several times all while positively beaming at him. He had only given her a registration form so the sudden affection struck him as odd. Almost creepy in a way, but she was cute enough to balance that con. As he ran over how to fill the forms out (which he pretty much did without thinking about it due to the amount of times he had recited it over the years), the senior studied the younger girl’s face while she followed his motions and instructions. It was only then that he realized that she had never told him her name. She was just “cute girl.” It would also be weird to get her name from what she wrote instead of asking her.
But, right before Rokoru opened his mouth to ask, he noticed that “cute girl” became “embarrassed girl,” based on the vibrant shade of red her face turned as she stared at his body, not the papers. the girl clutched the papers close to her body and turned away so he couldn’t see them. Was she that shy that she couldn’t check someone out without panicking? Turn off #1.
Right before the club president could belt off a witty remark about it, Cute Girl bolted away in a fluster, whizzing through the small crowd of people standing around. He furrowed his brow in a weird way and looked down at himself and suddenly felt the fabric of his shirt. It felt totally fine, albeit dishevelled. It was a little bit tight around his biceps and chest though. How old was that shirt again…?
As he contemplated the age of his wardrobe, a tap on the arm brought his attention back to his surroundings. Sato was looking at him in a blank way while holding out a formidable stack of paper. A quick glance told him that they were all registration forms, which meant that on top of the one he would get later from Cute Girl, Sato had multiple forms that needed to be filed. Rokoru shot the younger boy a puzzled look and apparently Sato understood apparently. “We got a few new members in today, Rokoru.” He spoke enthusiastically as Rokoru took the sheets from him and placed them under a few pieces of paper he had been holding the whole time. They could be reviewed later, in an especially careful manner, since he knew that Akira’s registration was in that pile. “If only they had came to me a few days sooner, right?”
The two weren’t particularly close, but they had gotten along from day one and both considered each other practically friends. They never did hang out much, however, which meant that there was no real kinship in their relationship. As a result of realizing this fact and that he really didn’t want to deal with Akira’s registration any time soon, Rokoru decided on something. They were going to go to grab something to eat when they were done at the range. He stepped away from Sato a bit to look at the clock. About ten minutes before it was over.
It wasn’t long into an awkward silence did Rokoru actually say his idea. “Let’s grab something to eat after we get out of here. Right?” He asked it in a way he knew Sato wouldn’t deny; there was pretty much no chance Sato would ignore a request like that from his superior on the first day of being vice-president of the Archery Club. The boy agreed almost instantly when Rokoru gave him a warm smile.
The girl had thanked him several times all while positively beaming at him. He had only given her a registration form so the sudden affection struck him as odd. Almost creepy in a way, but she was cute enough to balance that con. As he ran over how to fill the forms out (which he pretty much did without thinking about it due to the amount of times he had recited it over the years), the senior studied the younger girl’s face while she followed his motions and instructions. It was only then that he realized that she had never told him her name. She was just “cute girl.” It would also be weird to get her name from what she wrote instead of asking her.
But, right before Rokoru opened his mouth to ask, he noticed that “cute girl” became “embarrassed girl,” based on the vibrant shade of red her face turned as she stared at his body, not the papers. the girl clutched the papers close to her body and turned away so he couldn’t see them. Was she that shy that she couldn’t check someone out without panicking? Turn off #1.
Right before the club president could belt off a witty remark about it, Cute Girl bolted away in a fluster, whizzing through the small crowd of people standing around. He furrowed his brow in a weird way and looked down at himself and suddenly felt the fabric of his shirt. It felt totally fine, albeit dishevelled. It was a little bit tight around his biceps and chest though. How old was that shirt again…?
As he contemplated the age of his wardrobe, a tap on the arm brought his attention back to his surroundings. Sato was looking at him in a blank way while holding out a formidable stack of paper. A quick glance told him that they were all registration forms, which meant that on top of the one he would get later from Cute Girl, Sato had multiple forms that needed to be filed. Rokoru shot the younger boy a puzzled look and apparently Sato understood apparently. “We got a few new members in today, Rokoru.” He spoke enthusiastically as Rokoru took the sheets from him and placed them under a few pieces of paper he had been holding the whole time. They could be reviewed later, in an especially careful manner, since he knew that Akira’s registration was in that pile. “If only they had came to me a few days sooner, right?”
The two weren’t particularly close, but they had gotten along from day one and both considered each other practically friends. They never did hang out much, however, which meant that there was no real kinship in their relationship. As a result of realizing this fact and that he really didn’t want to deal with Akira’s registration any time soon, Rokoru decided on something. They were going to go to grab something to eat when they were done at the range. He stepped away from Sato a bit to look at the clock. About ten minutes before it was over.
It wasn’t long into an awkward silence did Rokoru actually say his idea. “Let’s grab something to eat after we get out of here. Right?” He asked it in a way he knew Sato wouldn’t deny; there was pretty much no chance Sato would ignore a request like that from his superior on the first day of being vice-president of the Archery Club. The boy agreed almost instantly when Rokoru gave him a warm smile.
