Aiko and Noboru Yamamoto- Warakuma High ->Star Drop Cafe-9/6/2015 Tuesday
Noboru tagged along with Aiko, his hands in his pockets. Aiko wanted to drag him along for whatever reason. He didn't mind however. It gave him a reason to skip clubs. Recently he had grown distant from them, them not being much fun anymore. He thumbed through his phone, there not being much there. No messages, no missed calls, nothing. His social life had gone dead. Or, at least, it was on life support. He turned his phone off, turning it back on again, hoping for new messages. Nothing.
"Cmon Noboru." Aiko decided to speak up, trying to get his attention. "Perk up. You need to get yourself in a better mood. You need a pick me up. I know the place." Aiko's hair was still dyed black, ruffled from the hair gel he used to make it look like Ryu's. It stood out, not being his normal matted down hair. He had his outfit in his backpack as well, something he didn't want to tell anyone. You never know when you needed a good cosplay. "Hey I have an idea. Maybe after this we can go workout. You always love working out right? That will perk you up if this doesn't." They continued down the road, and Noboru minded his own business. "Hey, look alive, we're almost here."
Noboru looked up. Oh no.
"No Aiko. Uh uh. No. I'm not going in there. Uh uh. No. You can't make me. I refuse. I've had enough bas experiences with idols and such to last me a lifetime. I'm leaving." Noboru turned around to walk away. His feet wouldn't let him. Looking around, Aiko's hand was on his collar, holding him in place. Aiko scolded him. "Noboru, you are going to meet people and you are going to like it. I'll beat you out of this slump if I have to. Let's go. What's the worst that could happen."
Noboru followed Aiko inside, who was already speaking. Aiko's words went a little like this. "Hello sir. You might not recognize me now, but I was
the cosplayer from yesterday. I was wondering if everything went alright. Did you manage to catch the thief?"
