[h3][b]Sato Hashimoto[/b]
/// [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oa2TCaE4MGk]Warakuma High, Archery Range[/url][/h3]
[b]APRIL 13 2015, MONDAY
After School[/b]

	Sato bit down on his lip hard, nearly drawing blood. The Archery Club was having a quick mini-tournament for the excellent grand prize of free drinks from a local cafe, courtesy of Mika Moriyama, who had hurt her wrist somehow during the weekend and was unable to compete. Second place got someone from the Archery Club to do something for them immediately, which was arguably a better prize. The preliminary round was still going on and the people Sato knew where all messing up in stupid ways. He himself had been doing particularly well, but as usual, it didn’t really matter Since everyone just used the preliminary as a warm-up, anyone who still wanted to compete could, since the whole thing was just spur-of-the-moment and a lot of members didn’t typically arrive in time to join in on the preliminaries. It was really just a formality.

	After the last person Sato knew went (some third-year from a different class), Sato rose from his seat and joined the crowd of people forming around Rokoru, who was unanimously voted to be in charge of organizing it. The club president stood as tall as he could in attempt to rise above the crowd a bit but failed due to the seniors being of equal or similar height. After a few moments of excited babble, Rokoru cleared his throat and started to list the rankings from lowest to highest. Sato didn’t really pay attention until he heard his own name. It might’ve been just his imagination, but he could’ve sworn that Rokoru said his name with a tinge of malice mixed in. “Seventh, Sato Hashimoto. Sixth, Yuki Yoshino…” 

	Frankly, nobody was surprised with the rankings, as they were pretty much how they always were, with the exception of Yuki placing higher than he usually did. The crowd broke apart after Rokoru dismissed everyone on excuse of a short break. He walked over to Mika and pointed at various points on the list, not ceasing speaking the entire time. Part of Sato felt like they were just doing that awkward thing where they act like a couple but still aren’t, but it struck Sato that he was probably discussing his personal predictions with her. And maybe what they were going to do about those sought-after prizes.

	Sato wondered off over to the back of the range and leaned against the wall, observing what others were doing. He considered practicing more while he was waiting for the tournament to start up again, but he decided against it for no good reason. There was pretty much a solid line at the shooting line anyway so it wasn’t like he’d actually get much done anyway. Without much else to do, the boy simply leaned back, resting his head on the wall. That second prize really did seem better to him, especially since he wasn’t really feeling getting drinks from that café after what happened on Sunday. People could choose pretty much anything within regular boundaries. Force someone to go on a date with you. Get somebody to be your maid for a day. The possibilities were practically endless.