[b]Saya Ueno: Warakuma High- Archery Range[/b]

Saya sat down numbly as one of the female club members started to announce the rankings for the tournament, a shallow breath escaping her lips at the mention of her name. She had won second place. In [i]archery,[/i] of all things. She had won something, and completely through her own efforts.

The more she thought about it, the less any of it made sense. She was terrible at archery. She would admit hands down that she was one of the worst archers on the range without a moment's hesitation. And yet, somehow-

She quickly cupped her mouth with her hands to hold back the excited squeal that rose in her throat. She had actually hit a bullseye. She didn't really know [i]how,[/i] or even why, but there was no mistaking it. The arrow had been firmly stuck in the red centre of the target, and all of the other members were in agreement. So much so, that her arms were still sore from the congratulatory nudges she had received from some of the others. Wincing slightly, Saya glanced over at the crowds, where she could easily spot the lean figure of Akira Kirigakure. He had expectedly won first place, according to the female announcer, and as his reward, he would receive an unlimited supply of coffee from the announcer herself. Personally, Saya felt that it was quite a nice reward. Had she received something similar, she would have liked the opportunity to make a new female friend within the club.

Of course, her own reward was a little...different, and Saya didn't really know what to feel about it. She wasn't particularly thrilled with the idea of forcing someone to do something for her against their will, and there wasn't anyone there that she would really desire anything from. Well, apart from maybe one...

Her eyes glanced over at the person at the forefront of her mind, the club president himself as he sat placidly on one of the stools. She bit her lip as she envisioned the way she could approach such a request. [i]I wish to ask Rokoru Ishiara on a date.[/i] No, too forward. [i]I'd like to ask Ishiara-senpai to take me somewhere nice and quiet, just the two of us.[/i] No, that was [b]way[/b] too forward, and could be completely misconstrued. [i]I wish...[/i]

[i]"Ahem."[/i]

"Huh?" Saya jumped a little as she heard someone clear their throat,  looking up with a slightly overwhelmed expression as she realized that Rokoru was standing right in front of her expectantly. [i]Oh my god...did he just read my mind or something? What do I say...umm...uhhh...[/i] 

[i]"Nice job,[/i] Rokoru continued with a disarming smile, making Saya's stomach flutter as he further complimented her performance in a simple manner before leaving as quickly as he came. Watching his retreating form, Saya felt herself sink into a state of utmost bliss, a goofy smile adorning her face as she shyly played with loose strands of her hair. Rokoru-senpai actually took his time to [i]compliment[/i] her. It didn't even matter that she was second place anymore; she had truly won. 

As Saya's mind wandered, she could hear Rokoru speak up about Kirigakure claiming his prize from 'Mika' (the female announcer, Saya realized), before looking over and addressing her as 'second prize'. At that, Saya immediately perked up, noting that Rokoru's attention was fully on her, and she blanched slightly when he urged her to make a decision on claiming her prize. She knew what she [i]wanted,[/i] but how could she go about it?

Her hand went down to tug on her sleeve sub-consciously, but she quickly clenched it into a fist before she could loosen the thread. It wouldn't do any good to become nervous now. She was Saya Ueno, the girl no one thought could actually win something like this. It was about time she took a little initiative.

"I want to go on a shopping spree,"  Saya replied confidently, the decision understandable enough to the people who knew her. She wasn't known as a fashionista for nothing, after all. "And..." She almost faltered on her words, but she inwardly refused to back down as she met Rokoru eye to eye. "I want Ishiara-senpai to escort me for the whole day."

There. It wasn't [i]exactly[/i] a date, but it would mean more personal time with Rokoru-senpai. Heck, it could even [i]become[/i] a date if things worked out really well, although Saya dared not to bring her hopes up too high quite yet. Rising her head up, she added, "I'll claim my wish near the end of the week."

And without another word or a backwards glance, Saya turned around and left the range, her face burning red at what she had let herself in for.