Sato Hashimoto
/// Hashimoto Residence
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.
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Sato Hashimoto
/// Warakuma High
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.